Spring rides in on winter's shoulders, The mistletoe still showing on the Fingers of trees, While cherry blossoms subtly scent Evening skies and greenery emerges From corn stubble. On high, over a glowing horizon, post Equinox stars shine in a deepening palette of Varied dark blues.
At times you encircled me In your arms, close, kissing Me deeply in, And I, I would soften gladly, breathing You in. But, by sunrise you were Moving away, back To your life, away, away from mine. Any sweet moments given, taken, Just not enough.
Last night I dreamt of arms That were not yours, were not Anyone's I know. Dreamt of someone standing as much Expectant as welcoming, and as such It did appeal. As if where he stood was more A portal to where I wish to be, Moving with equilibrium.
To watch the sun set drawing Past dusk into gloaming, snifter of Balvenie in hand And two goldens afoot, to hear Geese chatter in the far marshes, While skies deepen Past ultramarine til stars above Quicken over my small farm, Is simply magical.
As sunset nears, its best to be in our yard, Our dogs near, a glass of wine in hand. A good day.
Our dog, will be with you, I think, By the next snows. May he get one last chance to make Doggy snow angels Before becoming one. The now, the moment Is all he knows. 6:07 Sunset falls where I love Best, for now.
The Studio at Line's End Farm is where I paint and try to find some joy again, and some equilibrium, not simple these days. One weblog records thoughts, ideas, methods and mixtures, palettes, observations, actually anything that intrigues me concerning my painting and working in the studio. Another observes only the horse in paintings that I find influential. The last are done for my sanity. All are my opinion only, open to other suggestions.