Artist and Nature
Strange how
the artist and nature
are at odds--
I would portrait
every moment,
while her broader brush
is one of constant change;
I pause,
listening to wind's
rolling crackle,
the pummeled leaves,
thrashing branches
on weathered eaves--
snapshots of
my defiance....
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