Gratitude is not enough
measure to those
wordsmiths whose footprints
I’ve followed as I
color my world in ever
more brilliant prose
like the kaleidoscope
with broken pieces of
glass twirling among
the sheltered places of
my heart collecting in
ever-growing numbers
 like dappled sunlight that
dances on nature’s sunlit
places of trees whose green
leaves have burst into
living shady beings with
sun’s first warm rays to
give cadence to my
thoughts as they come
to life to play upon the
page a musical whimsy of
artistic endeavor and my
emotions rolled out upon
invisible parchment made
real for all those who
wordsmith after I am gone
© March 2012 Renee Espriu
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