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.