Paintbrush....

Spring memories, winter freshness
Summer joy, autumn colours
Abstract, artistic, what is it….?

Every loop of paint attracts hope and wonder
Every stroke sends it swirling and twirling
Every second full of doubts.... What is it....?

Vivid painted decorous drops dropping down
Still as stone, but inside, magical. What is it…?

My one is special
My one is unique
My one is treasure, but what is it….?

Soft tickling and lovely sensations
Gentle chords it sings, like an angel to hear
Yet I still own an aching query- What is it....?

It twinkles as if it's telling me something
Evaporating enchantment and realisation….
.... My mind then knew my seeking answer
My mind then knew it was my dearest utensil
....My mind then knew it all….
I then knew the paintbrush was my talisman