Trees are magicians
Who lay their echo
gently
along frost-crisped lawns
And cracked sidewalks
Who wrap their blue arms around boxed houses,
Entreating you to listen,
Loosen
the vice that holds you still
(5x7inches)
"the present is the wave that explodes over my head, flinging the air with particles at the height of its breathless unroll; it is the water and light that bears from undisclosed sources the freshest news, renewed and renewing, world without end" -Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
1 comment:
wow. this is awesome Jess. Really. I love the play of shadows and light, and the colours are beautiful. great painting.
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