the river’s dark slash
beneath the mountain’s horizon
weaving through trees
Winter’s Crosshatch
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
the river’s dark slash
beneath the mountain’s horizon
weaving through trees
love the dark greys and white of the winter woods
thanks Jane
This looks so much like a Wyeth painting. Serene.
Wow, what a compliment! Thank you Sonja