Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes bringing to mind precious stones and caramel scones; innocent and wise - Wondering, yet without surprise. Staring down the universe, a challenge in your look though you are young; The earth made only nine revolutions since you came out to see the sun. Unguarded and arched, your brows betray high wire tension; enough to light up a hundred moons and warm plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum. Be not impatient to grow; you smell of open grasshopper meadows and firefly lighted lakeshore walks. You’re a mother’s envy and pride. Red lips! Your passion for life exists. Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit - Today as then till many summer’s been, your spirit will always be free as the mist. After: Portrait of Carol Nye Rhoades (Robinson) (1915) For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No. 2 Kim Patrice Nunez 08 January 2016 Poem of the Week: January 10-16, 2016