Late Fall

Shivers come as breezes blow brisk,
Birds dance thick chasing last meals,
My mind runs over in frustrated pain,
Worried visions of the coming white,
Summer long gone and winter is near,
Yet behold the new glory, colors at play,
Awaken to a wonder, beautiful new day,
Old path doth call me pull and enchant,
Magistry enticing to come out and dance,
I cannot refuse so I push at these wheels,

easy…

acrylic on rag
acrylic on rag

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