ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Some days you have to paint inside, unless you’re made of steel,
The weather doesn’t coincide, the wind chill makes you reel,
Inside the studio you hide, until your fingers heal,
Your paint will gently slip and slide, at least it won’t congeal,
The colors that you’ve specified, will fill the color wheel,
Your finished product will abide, and you’ll maintain your zeal.