Grey clouds of misty haze awash in an aura of light drizzle icy steam, a shadow wave hanging eclipsing motion curling onto itself a thunderclap holding surrounded by wretched bony stick fingers pointed upward covered in a sweet icy glaze
in postcard silence the dirty frosting, layered cake fields broken by the jagged side by side struggle of raised black and white swords clashing…….soundlessly echoes of shaded memories muted and somewhere a butterfly bush is near , sprouting buds green Snassano 02-25-08
Lovely painting of nature's pregnant time before spring. Just an awesome write Stan.
Love and blessings,
Susan
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2008
.....awaiting that green...
....awaiting that new, life. .. spring.ing. ..
. ..reminds me of [so many things], but especially a leftover field, a reaped harvest... . ..dead reaching fingers of stalks..accusing the sky of being overbearing and too loud. ..
...winter killing fields.. .
and somewhere underneath, beneath...is the tender mercy of grace; of everything BEcoming fresh, clean, whole once again. ..
yep~
> <
I love the conflicting black/white/gray and the green of the budding butterfly bush. Life is like that sometimes...so conflicting and gray, yet with the promise of the new day...
Cryssa
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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I love the way it looked on the canvas you word painted!
God bless you. Kathy
Be always safe,
Karen
Love and blessings,
Susan
....awaiting that new, life. .. spring.ing. ..
. ..reminds me of [so many things], but especially a leftover field, a reaped harvest... . ..dead reaching fingers of stalks..accusing the sky of being overbearing and too loud. ..
...winter killing fields.. .
and somewhere underneath, beneath...is the tender mercy of grace; of everything BEcoming fresh, clean, whole once again. ..
yep~
> <
Cryssa
I love the imagery, the lines, used - chilling! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.