Playing Fair and Being Kind

WATERCOLOR TREES

A blanket of sea smoke steals softly into the cove,
Presses along the shore,
Two islands lean in with watercolor trees,
Their winter branches wave and reach,
Divas without wigs share startled stares.

Two India ink crows scold and command,
Two India ink crows being offensive,
All the while the sea smoke
With Mona Lisa lips
Slippers through,
Softly,
Silently,
Smiling.

George M. Goodwin
16 December 2014