Tag Archives: The Garden of Poetry

Here Is Your Canvas

Here Is Your Canvas

Here is Your Canvas

Here Is Your Canvas

Here is your canvas blue,
Rainbow colors too.
Touch your brush to it –
Long flowing locks of flaxen gold.
Send your soul through it.
Paint your day, your moment.
Set your image glowing,
Knowing it shall pass
As all things do –
But surpassing all things for a moment.

Here is your canvas.
What picture will you paint?

~ Daniel F Mitchell

I Believe in Christmas Eve

I Believe in Christmas Eve

I Believe in Christmas Eve

I Believe in Christmas Eve

The spirit here I think I see,
Reflected from the Christmas tree,
Across the crisp December snow –
A beacon of security.

Watching from my frosted window,
I think that, finally, I know
Why I believe in Christmas Eve –
That light that makes a pine tree glow.

Safe in this silent-night reprieve
From a troubled world, I believe
In peace on earth, good will to all.
Here, it is easy to achieve.

Watching herald angels fall,
As snow beyond my glistening wall,
I wait for Santa Claus to call.
And like a child, I feel so small.

~ Daniel F Mitchell