Dabbling at Art — a Quadrille
The trail was hardscrabble
and loose sienna sand
bluejays singing babble
sky grey and bland
over boulders I grappled
as gait became unsteady
leeside shade was dappled
paint and canvas at the ready
the clouds begin to part
I begin dabbling at my art
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For dVerse Quadrille – dabbling
Til next time ~Stay Trippy hippies ~JP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 
This poem rolls out of tongue so nicely! Loved the alliterations and rhymes ~ Jay
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Thank you so much 🙂
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How beautiful. I love the rhyme scheme here. Moab is just gorgeous, isn’t it?
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Thank you, yes Moab is awesome. I’m always surprised that it is so much larger yet less known than it’s cousin, Zion National Park.
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I love Moab… it must be hard to capture in art…
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Oh yes, there is a little gallery we used to visit in town, and of course there was always at least one ambitious artist pulled over in a turn out space, easel up, pallet out pondering the light. Ahhhh such good times. 🙂
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