The Painter

  1. Tonight, the sun did paint the sky the colour of cotton candy.
  2. With wisps of pink and tufts of blue, mouth wat’ring where I was standing.
  3. The smells from fairs waft through my nose; my lips are kissed with sweetness.
  4. The quiet hues enwrap my soul with penetrating deepness.
  5. The dawn today encased my town with fire breathing orange.
  6. The embers shining from the sky transform to something foreign.
  7. I cannot force my gaze away from trees, and grass, and flowers.
  8. My mind, my soul, my waking spirit bask in the warming shower.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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