Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way.
Got back from my short trip last night. Saw my new granddaughter and others. Feeling lost this morning, but found me in my own words, then found you and yours and was grateful. Thanks for gently reminding me of what lies hidden just behing that tree.Elizabeth
Indeed. I enjoyed this. I have sought that paradise...and found it in your poem.
Lost and found? The older I get, the more this happens...think spectacles, think pen... THINK! LOL :)