Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Morning Forest

On mountain green we watched the light
The sun arose with awesome flight
Across the snow, rays fell in lines
Creating trees that looked divine.

The sky was red, then turned to pinks
The fog did flirt with several winks
A line of green did peek and leave
A sight so rare I now believe

The bitter cold against my face
I longed returned to warmer place
I sketched the sky and then the sun
Included trees and I was done

Back in the home I brought my paint
Each element a sacred saint
When I was done the painting showed
An early sun and beauty glowed


  1. Simply beautiful, Dixie. I really enjoyed your lovely poem, and the picture is awesome.(smile)

    Just wanted to say hello...let you know I'm still here...

    Blessings to you,

  2. Hi Dixie,
    I have always loved this painting. You are such a wonderful artist.
    And like Mattie expressed, it is indeed, a 'lovely poem'.
    Thanks for sharing. Warm wishes and respect, Gary

  3. Hi Mattie,
    Your words are a sight for sore eyes. Thank you.

    I send hugs, and positive thoughts to you. Allow them to embrace your life and give you strength.

    Blessings and peace,

  4. Hi Gary,
    You are quite welcome; thank you for sharing. I'm flattered you remember it from last year!
    Warm wishes and respect to you my friend.

  5. Great picture and Lovely Poem


  6. MM&I,
    Thank you. Hope you are well.
    Take care. xx


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