He looks out the window and sighs.
A miserable day,
Grey sky,
Grey buildings,
Dirty old cars.
Sighs
Pauses
Looks
Lifts his pen.
***
In the midst of grey and dirt beauty!
Trees,
Leaves,
Pines,
Bushes,
Greens
Thriving in rain,
Finding nourishment.
***
So does his pen.
***
Purple,
Pink
Flowers.
Red,
Blue
Doors.
A weather beaten shed,
Vines,
Greenery.
Nature sometimes takes over where man has been.
Yellow,
White
Fence.
Brightness,
Vibrance.
***
He looks hard
He sees beauty
He allows himself.