Artist: Christine Comyn

He Thinks…

He thinks about the two red cardinals
Playing a game of tag among the bushes

He thinks of wondrous waterfalls
And imagines portals to magical worlds

He thinks of the sun filtering through the trees
Casting patterns of light and shadow on the ground

He thinks of the two delicate butterflies
As they dance in and out of the shade

He thinks of the soft movement of leaves
In their sensual dance with the breeze

He thinks of unhurried walks through the woods
With no destination in mind and no trail in sight

He thinks of his various story characters at play
Surprising him as they evolve in his mind

He thinks of soggy leaves, candy corn and trampolines
And he smiles as the images form on the surface of words

He thinks of the many moments he wants to share
As he looks out his window towards the woods

And … always, just below the surface
He thinks of her…

Michael