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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