
a midst
the brilliant sky
my heart
succumbs to know
desperate treasures
frozen
long ago
lacquered veneers
melt on orange
stipule stalks
connecting grey worn
weaves to
a golden present
stride
with whisked
strokes opening
imperfect
raptures glow
swells marrows
attentive matter
devouring natures
pulsing
torrential flow
as colors simply
enter from places
untouched below
Categories: Landscapes, Nature, Still Life
Beautiful poem and painting!!! Perfect title as it’s nice to think of something unaffected by these stressful days!
Thank you so much Diane! Yes, nature is a place that reminds me all is well.