Ode To True Tempera

Fresh yoke

from a 
egg mixed
with paint
to pigment 
dispersions
of life. 
Watching your
work later
mixed with
my present day
words
I find 
an artist. 
Christina's world
is mine 
and your
thoughts
roam in my
snow filled mind. 
Master bedroom
showed
signs of
shining with 
topaz of 
scholars.
Failure to see
the hidden 
message
I unraveled
the riddle of
artistic 
purpose with
a window.