
A small stone for River of stones.
Morning comes,
A quiet majesty,
Pink in the Eastern sky,
Sail over deep purple mountains,
No sign of waking,
The sky is a clear, pale blue,
Over the sleepy village.
Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
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6 comments:
you paint a really peaceful scene...there at the beginning of day...
Love those touches of color. My morning was white with new snow and light gray/white cloud cover. I like yours so much better.
Elizabeth
So beautiful. I can see it, from my desk, past the gray misting rain and no color anywhere - right over the mountains to your place!
Beautiful...
Small stones, penetrating the gray mist to create such a beautiful image.
Lovely poem, Annell. I love the colorful imagery. Wishing you a very happy 2011!
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