by whose hand does wind
become a gentle paintbrush
wildly spreading light?
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
Lovely.
Thank you, George.
Such a question…
🙂 you had to see what the breeze was doing to the sunlight and the water–magic…
Haiku heaven. And may we all find our own true artist.
🙂 had to be there–it was gorgeous!
wish I had been. today was another of those one for the books. i’m glad you had a peaceful one, truly
wonderful – the height of Haiku beauty! Answer to your question? By the hand of nature!
Thank you, Noel–and, yes–nature was a detail-oriented but magical artist yesterday!