Behind almost all things
Where the trees meet the edge of the frame
It could have been not this but that
In the distance is a darker shape
Its position decided on a collection.
Falling like snow without regularity
The canvas surface is patches of colour
Horizontals and verticals intersect
The park with its green avenues
Glides in and out of a century of stories.
Its conclusion resting
On a final brush stroke.
Love Mary xxxxx
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
Behind almost all things
Where the trees meet the edge of the frame
It could have been not this but that
In the distance is a darker shape
Its position decided on a collection.
Falling like snow without regularity
The canvas surface is patches of colour
Horizontals and verticals intersect
The park with its green avenues
Glides in and out of a century of stories.
Its conclusion resting
On a final brush stroke.
Love Mary xxxxx
Love to you all Mary ***
A painting of trees in Cassiobury park