Something autumn
seeps among these grasses.
Rooted, fettered –
bodily,
as through me treads the sky.
Pressed to this leaden veil,
geese
consume me there,
suspended in their hollow, longing call.
Oh, ponderous song!
Where the way through?
Take flight!
if I could,
neither north nor south –
musical, lucid, insightful … just beautiful. tony
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Absolutely beautiful. Both the painting and the words. You have a special gift!
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Beautiful paintings! I sense the deep inner peace and appreciation you felt when you did them.
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