the artist's way

I’m ready to resist
the rain. My chairs
are ready, waiting.
My flowers
blooming, fragrant.

See children with blank
stares, no chairs,
see open spaces, gifts, presenting,
bloom.
Come, don’t miss
the blooms, the stacks
of books and blouses,
the lifting lines, the fronds.

Sit. Dream.
Fireside, beachside
sit & dream.

Come, stay,
sit, come look
out, dream, bring
the children in.

A boy is carrying,
waiting to be filled,
stacks of cups,
lines and orange curves...

You are welcome
here I’m ready for
you come in!