barbara ann smith

Holding Onto The Light

Feeble fingers struggle to grip a brush
as clouds gaze and darken the morning sun.
Eyesight hindered by a hazy film,
she waits for the white sun
to flood the room
as the canvas waits for its reward.

Slow procedure for one
who waits for Heaven's lights
and nimble fingers to paint.
Gifts to share before light fades
to darkness and somber hours
fill waking hours.