Through Harold’s Lens:
Little Shop of Umbrellas.
You brought me joy
You showed me a way
You let me touch and feel.
We dabbled with delicate hands
Flew through soft clouds of white
Rolled in rainbows of colors
Sat on the tip of your brush.
Became my dreams
My love of life.
My parasol of pleasure.
Thank you Cynthia. Like a moving melody!
I thank you for your poetry. I was never a poetry-lover, but I am now, thanks to the blogosphere!
Thank you Susan. I have been told by a few professionals in the publishing profession, that my style of writing is called a Lyric Essay. I had to look that one up.
Beautiful: “My parasol of pleasure” – exactly!
Thank you dear Ute. I’m taking a Through Harold’s Lens break for a week as I develop new, and hopefully, creative ideas.
Have fun with your lovely team!