Thank you, Lady Bird
Grey lines the sky from side to side,
red leaves, fallen from oak trees in the last big storm,
coat the ground,
dark green needles,
make cloud-like shapes,
dense and dark,
amongst the bare, up-lifted branches of the winter trees,
and on the fields and verges of the road
a yellow-ocher stubble pricks
against a lime-green floor of water-nourished growth.
A long, dreary drive down to Green Hill to pick up my second batch of paintings, of which not a one sold (sigh!). Oh, well. Just one more reality in the life of the independent visual artist...
Down to the Water
The Way Through the Dunes