Along with drawing, painting, taking photographs, I write, and ever so often I write poems. Similar to my art I am influenced and inspired by my surroundings, people, and just everyday life. Once in a while I show my poems, here is one of those times. This one was written over ten(10) years ago, it got published in the literary arts magazine at college.
Summer
She leaves in a blaze of glory
Splashing her bright colors
On the oaks and maples,
Heralding the fall.
Her heat simmers to a cool wisp
Touching my face the with gentle reminder that
The cold winter draws nigh.
She lies down quietly
No, she is not dead.
Winter’s gray, ghostly blanket covers her, she is unseen.
She takes with her the frolic and the laughter of the long days.
Before long, she stirs again,
Bringing with her chirping birds,
Flashy tulips and new life,
Springing from every corner
Paving the way for her dramatic entrance.
VP Holmes Art 
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