All is Art

by Margaret Colangelo
All is art.

Our lives- 
stretched out like a canvas.
Your days home
lend the color.
Fine brush strokes-
dirt on tiny hands,
smiles on sticky faces.
Recollections- 
hang in my head like a gallery wall. 
Faint music on repeat, a freshly cut Fraser Fir,
Memories-
the many mediums of my Love.
Run! Breakfast is deflating.
Hours sugaring pay off now!
All the chairs-
and my heart- 
Full!
Time’s frame-
Fleeting.
Beauty abounds!

All is art.