“This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart as the sun rises, as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open - pools of lace, white and pink - and all day the black ants climb over them......”
Painted outside in the garden with strong light and shade, an enjoyable paint!
Beautiful painting - beautiful poem.....
ReplyDeleteThanks, and yes it is a lovely poem...
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