Sitting before the clearing
distant autumn trees array like wallpaper.
along with my thoughts.
Something about the clearing allows the thoughts to linger.
A heavy idle.
As darkness falls
taunting me with should have dones.
Agony makes warfare.
I ask the Light for help.
I whisper back to the clearing….
the fog recedes.
Peace as an infantry
Agony has no chance.
Serenity swells my heart
there is no more room for fog.
I love the clean simplicity. Beautiful!
Thank you so very much 🙂
I agree, Beautiful … and I’ll raise you one lovely … and twe … three … four wonderfuls
Lol…. that’s so sweet and made me smile!
smiling is good
I’m especially fond of the poem
Likewise Gene 🙂
Beautiful artwork and poetry! I was hoping you could take a peak at my website and let me know what you think of my watercolor paintings?
Thank you, Pi. Your love of nature is evident in your beautiful paintings. The vibrancy in your colors translate your love and enthusiasm. Very nice!