Undergrowth With Two Figures - Van Gogh

By his hand was grown a forest trees aligned as fence posts trunks accentuated lavender and blue, but not as a spruce and purple strokes, not disguised as prose in a woodland cut short in proportion somewhat a distortion of towering height over wildflowers it stood, sans a canopy of leaves for the profusion of those umbrellas would've barred sunlight from the copse. Botanicals, merely painted as smears A scene filling my senses with thoughts of Spring... except to mourn for branchless trees barren to give motherly birth and nurture buds as their worth. Reflections on canvas of golden blossoms, topaz gems and white faceted diamonds windswept by Mariah's winds blowing North and South then, changing her mind... East and West temperament is what she does best. An undergrowth of green but I don't find it serene as side by side two plod through stems and grasses feet tangled in masses of vines Was that a wise decision? With derision, I wonder... if the brush strokes had a purpose a plan for the man to be more relevant, standing tall, garbed in black, high-top hat while barely visible, the fem camouflaged in Van Gogh's jungle. Whether facing front to back, one coming or the other going there's no starry night to be found That would be profound even to an eye that's unappreciative of art when part of the scene has no semblance of a sky.