Morning Fell Upon Hannah’s Brush

Morning fell upon Hannah’s feet.

She ran out into sunlight fast

as her legs would take her, to greet

a palette of colors to brush.


She crawled upon our picnic bench

where random rocks lie in wait, since

collected.  Her fingers to fetch

a palette of colors to brush.


I sat quietly by her side

as she took the red for a ride

along each stone her brushstroke sighed

a palette of colors to brush.


When she noticed me in my book,

her dress stained blue, to take a look,

a collection of words much like

a palette of colors to brush.


I lifted my gaze to broaden

sight, my Collection of Auden,

page by page, to expose the sun

as palette of colors to brush.


She returned my smile and centered

attention on his well versed words,

shared her paints on poems well bound,

a palette of colors to brush.


A spectrum of bright, dull, and shade,

every stanza a canvas laid,

Oh, my girl, your paints were well placed,

a palette of colors to brush.


Days have past as time always does,

your paints have all dried, colored dust,

Auden’s been left alone to rust,

palette of color already brushed.

Jamie Lee Hamann
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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

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