In the Garden

Nature's canvas spreads out before me,
as the aroma of roses
draws me into the garden
inviting me to pull up a chair
and listen to the nightingale's singing.

Dawn's brush strokes paint
the dew wet blossoms
shades of lavender and pink.

As the morning advances,
sunshine warms
Mother Nature's art gallery,
and inspires my soul
to intone psalms of gratitude.

Poet's Note: ▼

Line Count: 13
Form: Free verse.
Word Prompt: canvas, brush, garden, chair, paint, dew, sunshine, art
Written For "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" 
Deadline: April 18, 2020.