Treasure Island

Amera Andersen

(12/03/81 / New Jersey)

A Sip of Spring


I oft stood back and watched the gay rondel,
absorbed within the colors fast and deep;
and lost within a glass of muscatel,
I viewed the canvas lending eyes to weep.
When Venus blessed the dawn of newborn spring
and cherubs watched her soul from high above,
the Graces danced within a rondel ring,
expressing joy throughout their dance of love.
The death of winter brought them to the wood,
to gather ‘neath the canopy of spring,
rejoicing in the birth of maidenhood,
delighted Graces float within their ring.
Lost deep within this artistry divine,
I sighed and took another sip of wine.


Author's Notes:
Inspired by:
Painting by: Sandros Botticelli, housed in main Gallery in Florence: The Primavera.

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2008

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