Dear Life, After receiving a wonderful “birthday” gift to happen in May, I sat at my art table and wrote this:

Light laced into the hail
Rain fell into the patterns
Clouds obscured the sun
Followed by a sheer veil
Shades of gray mints
Thrown over the distance

Witnessed in a few minutes
While sitting at the art table
Eyes level with a west-facing window
I am an onlooker to the ever-changing
Whims of seasonal expression
Giving an Oscar Award performance

Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

White Acrylic on Black Canvas