Holiday conversations pulsated in the warm house
As I sat with coffee, gazing out the window
At falling yellow leaves
Flickering like fireflies
Descending backlit against burgundy shadows.
Sensing the gentle invitational tug,
I rose quietly amidst the talk,
Threaded my way through the crowded parlor,
And exited through the screen door.
Settling into an Adirondack chair,
Sitting quietly in the autumnal embrace,
I watched as a tree slowly grew
Across the waiting space of my sketchbook page.
. . . Thanks for reading.
December 7, 2015 at 9:09 am |
Love this drawing!
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December 7, 2015 at 9:13 am |
Thank you, Heidi! I’m proud of this one.
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December 8, 2015 at 12:11 am |
David, I always look forward to seeing your newest drawing. You’re so talented.
Carolyn Forbes Baldwin
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December 8, 2015 at 8:24 am |
Carolyn, you are always an encouragement to me, thank you! People like you give artists that extra nudge to keep on producing.
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