The sky is overcast by dull,grey clouds
The burning sun no longer burns so bright
Heavy with humididy the air
Reaches where it should not be allowed
Artists love the brilliance of the light
They mix their colours with much patient care
Oil or pastel, watercolour, ink
Imagination brings their image to our sight
With their talent, with all that is fair
We can but stare.
How my heart sings 