Webs cross my face
Deep within lines
Already drawn
One for each year
Chill in the bones
A sleeping resurgence
As vague
As hair growing
This slow melting
The longest yawn
Can be seen
Through the trees
Just there
Beyond reach
Untouchable
Unconsciously palpable
oils on canvas 12″x12″
trees are the last to give in….in the forest, we can watch it on the natural screen,
framed for our liking…a movie not to be missed, playing worldwide….one showing only
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 