Georgia O'Keeffe (1887-1986)

Like the baby's sky

that lives beyond

the gentle touch of truth,

your pastels rise softer

than a daylight dream.

Your eyes belong to a sun

of another world

where shade and shape and hue

unfold like lilies

in a field of lilac.

In warm, blending tones

of sleeping summer babies,

you show us how to wake

our eyes to the meaning

and motion of light.

©Charles Ghigna

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