Strolling along a sparse paved road
Moss stones and stately trees
A secret place is mine to find
Faint whispers in the leaves
“Come stay with me and share my space”
Allure and love abound
For in the breadth of four backgrounds
A masterpiece is found
The brush begins with spring’s revive
Unfurled from fisted hands
Flows vibrant colors and new buds
The artist understands
As trees adorn the cloak of green
The birds announce the call
To nestle in the fabric laid
Between the fingers’ sprawl
Dispersed upon the broad palette
Are pigments rich and bold
Allowing summer’s warm blue skies
Blend colors to behold
And soon the canvas must revise
Make passage for the fall
Amidst the varied balding trees
Crimson shades in it all
The urgency to sway my heart
Before the canvas greys
To winter’s cold predominance
Whispered in shortened days
Choose me, my friend, this changing land
For in this mountain range
Lies hope in life’s continuance
With each artistic change
WHITEWATER WHISPERS - SYNOPSIS
“Whitewater Whispers” depicts a painter’s four canvases that document the changing seasons the mountains have to offer. Images of spring’s rejuvenation as an unfurling fist evokes anticipation, joy and hope promptly followed by summer’s brilliant blossoms and nature’s bustle. The regal colors of autumn overshadow the balding trees, a warning of winter’s harshness to come. So end the cycle, to be repeated in perpetuity and with it, the promise of life’s continuance.
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