This Morning

The clouds turned from pink to gray

awaiting her majesty,

who had only started to peak,

but was slowly coming into full glory.

She takes her time.

I yawn and stand

watching her majesty’s yellow band

stream across, light up the sky,

a glorious entrance.

Standing patient, I

try to remember to breathe,

watching the sky through the tall trees

changing from black silhouette

to hunter green pirouettes.

The clouds go gray to red.

The sun is about to show her head.

The birds begin to sing,

announcing the new day she brings.

Light green leaves blow.

Clear sky relaxed pale blue, and

clouds gone white have paid their due.

Her majesty, now high and bright,

displays for us her glorious might.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Sunrise Sunset Series

5"x7" watercolor on paper, series of 3

"And the sun kissed the sky good morning.

Tonight, as the sun began to set, the sky kissed her back.

And he set the knight to guard as she slipped away."

My dear Prince Charming,

What quests do you face today?

What foes must you vanquish?

What dragons must you slay?

While home alone I languish

Waiting your return to play.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Secret Yankee Lament

In my car, right now, 114 degrees.

From this Alabama heat, I seek reprieve.

Minnesota is the place to go,

way up north with all that snow.

But the most important things to me

are here with this insufferable sweltering.

So I tolerate for family,

and will hide indoors with my AC.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Court Fruition

The judges ruling

we wait to see. He entered

a blind plea, Guilty.

Now three years waiting,

anticipating justice.

There was video.

by:  Paula D. Nevison