Fragments G&C #158 30"x30" gouache on w/c paper
END OF SUMMER
"End of Summer
I feel wistful"
Not my words
But words I heard
Words that
Repeat and repeat
In my mind
On my breath
Over and over
I thought the words
Might be clues
To stories
That were to come
But instead of spinning
Into something secret
Something new
They only piled up
Along the curb
To be washed away
With the next rain
Peering around me
It is "end of summer"
How to describe
The last day...
The temperature
Has changed
It is cooler
Apples ripen
On the tree
Above adobe casita
Smoke rises
To curl
Against cold blue
Early morning
Wild meadow asters
Bloom lavender
Winter spirits lurk
Claws concealed
Without trace
Give no clue
Of what is to come
My spirit
Remains in exile
"I feel wistful"
Note: The words, "...end of summer, I feel wistful," are from a beautiful poem by Ase Faugstad, do not know the name of the poem, I only remember these words. The image is the last painting I completed. Fragments G&C #158, since these paintings are based on the phenomenon of color change, seen in nature, this colorful piece reminded me of a flower garden, "end of summer." If you isolate each color with your eyes, you will see the color change, red to orange, blue green to yellow green, yellow orange to yellow and red violet to pink.
Prompt: claws, peering, spirits, stories, apples, secret
cradle, pile, clues, exile, three, rash
11 comments:
I do think that this last day of summer DOES make one feel a bit wistful....for what was (and what wasn't) and what lay ahead. There are definitely signs that autumn is on the horizon.
Beautiful colors in your painting, Annell and beautiful words in your poignant poem of summer's passing. Lovely.
This is beautiful, Annell. I love your art, and the feeling of time passing in your poem. Time passes as colors change.
I enjoyed the gentle flow of your meditative poem, like the leaves falling toward the earth...so true... giving no clue to the coming cold!
I like "winter spirits lurk." I think there is a spirit to each season and winter is a time of waiting or lurking. Beautiful write.
i would rather the winter keep its bay for a bit...i love autumn...my fav time of year but it is so short....def evocative of the season...and its passing...
Beautiful meditation!
What a beautiful and pensive read this is.
Autumn is my favorite, always has been. Thus I find an echo of my own spirit in your words. It always passes far too quickly, but reminds me to stop, be still, and breathe in the moment.
Elizabeth
Nice sharing of sentiments about the end of summer, signs of autumn, and anticipation of winter.
The colors next to each other seem to vibrate with life and intensity... powerful painting. Yes, the end of summer is already here I think.
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