On mountain morn I 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 return to warmer place
I sketched the sky and then the sun
Included trees and I was done.
Arriving home I warmed my hands
To paint the scene of lovely land
When I was done the painting showed
An early sun with beauty glowed.
(Painting and poem by dcrelief.)
Beautiful post and artwork.
ReplyDeleteHi Dixie,
ReplyDeleteI've always loved that beautiful painting that captures the ambience of the setting, so vividly.
And the accompanying poem is just the perfect touch.
In peace and kindness, Gary :-)
Dyche Designs~
ReplyDeleteThank you. I had a look at your web page; very beautiful artwork.
Thank you for visiting.
Dixie
Hi Gary,
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely comment, which I appreciate.
The painting hangs in Allie's house. She's my neice and I noticed you 'met'.
Have a good week.
Dixie
Yes, this is a very beautiful painting - and the poem wonderfully depicts the artist searching for the perfect scene to capture on canvas. What a delightful poet you are, Dixie. You are an artist of many talents!
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
M.
Hi M,
ReplyDeleteIn Pa., my neices took me up a mountain to see, "the pink forest," as they called it when they sun arose. It was amazing. I was breathless.
M, I don't consider myself a poet; not really. I just have rhymes that pop off in my head (lol) and I go with them! Receiving this comment from you has me wondering: "If I took this seriously, could I be any good?"
I think it must take great patience to develope line and verse; a patince for which I've no discipline to employ. I look at your Mom's and your work and I'm overwhelmed! Such incredible writings that touch my soul... thank you very much for sharing your own talents.
Peace,
Dixie