At rest between folders in drawers.
The watercolours parched as the Mojave.
Brushes have gathered dust
In the shadow of curtains.
The heart of the artist, asleep.
Wake up, Dear One, to colour
In the music of life around you.
The differentiation of tone in one leaf,
The feathers of that bird caught up in nectar.
Pay attention again to the longings.
Wake up, oh Sleeper,
Rise into the remembrance of paint.
Make all things new for your easel,
It is time to begin again.
Prompt Day 2 - Paint
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