The sky was a grey canvas lacking zest awaiting an artist's touch~ perhaps some splashes of bright aqua blues
A few sacred leaves thin as tissue paper with precious little life,still trying to cling to undressed trees which temporarily lost their green splendor,started drifting down to the ice-covered ground
All life below proved to be in suspended animation 'twas no escape from winter's barren stage now desolate, empty and so void of all color.
Icy winds blew~ launching whiirling snowfkaes into a blustery blizzard
For a moment I hesitated and held the thought wondering if I could change the scenery
I imagine holding a bucket of blue paint and almost forgetting~ I grab some yellow from an imaginary palette and toss it into the air
Just a creative thought of color in my mind's eye,but 'Alas Mother Nature shall have her way
I live in Winter's Barren Stage for approximately 6-7 months every year. I appreciate the imagery and would love to see you write about the colours finally coming back in spring.
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
Thank you for reading
and reviewing..much appreciated
I love the thought of trees being undressed and of painting the landscape with a paint brush. Truly, your words painted a lovely landscape for my mind's eye. We CAN change the scenery in our imaginations! Wonderful work, Fran Marie. Lydi**
Wonderfuly written with a touch of color! You are quite the poet. I am honored to have the privilege of reviewing and sharing your work with others! If this poem was a painting, then it would be nearly the most beautiful thing I'd ever see!
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
aww, what a nice thing to say~ glad you liked it andThanks so very much;
A beautiful write, and the idea of painting the white is an interesting one.
I think it's important to note that the colors are only "temporarily lost", so it isn't that bad to let Mother Nature have her way of going through a bleak state, because it's not a permantent one.
Very inspiring.