The color rich landscape,
it’s early fall.
A quiet rural road, breathtaking
It’s hard to breathe
Engrossed in the magical display,
quaint buildings, wrinkled with time
I began to dream
The canvas before me.
for the journey to begin
Rectangles and squares connecting
deep rooted lines
Thick with emotion. I painted.
Ardent strokes brush the surface.
In their haphazard way,
more beautiful than before.
The landscape happening
all on it’s own – or so it feels.
Why all the bright colors she asks?
I don’t know
Its the farmstead in the valley.
Categories: Landscapes, Nature, New Paintings, Poetry
Ooo, I love this!
Thanks so much!
I continue to look at this, there is something quite special about it. It’s just gorgeous!
Thanks again Liza!
Beautiful poem and painting!
Thank you Diane!