“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
I've painted Autumn with burnt umber strokes
and russet leaves as they fell to the ground.
From barren branches of maples and oaks,
an impellent wind blew them all around.
My canvas filled with purple mountain peaks,
gold snow crests shimmering in dawn's first light.
Winter's chill freezes valley streams and creeks,
covering landscapes with quilts, frosted white.
Across green valleys, nature's beauty reigned
as Spring flowers bloomed in colorful hues.
I captured with brush before sunlight waned,
petals of pink, lavender and chartreuse.
Summer days were spent on a sandy shore,
'neath umbrella shade with easel and paint.
Titanium white seagulls, clouds and more.
Nature gifts her splendor without restraint.
July 16, 2022
It's All About Three Q's Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Nature
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