NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Sixteen

Ginny and I had a chat this morning, before I fed them all and went out to paint.

Morning Chat With Cat

Don’t worry.
I love you.
It’s OK.
Someday,
we’ll both
be old.
But today
is not
that day.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Fourteen

Black cat slithering
through the field
sinuous around each
clump and weed,
a void against the
grey-tan grasses
abandoned by winter.
Above, sky showing ribs.
Below, all paths and trace
concealed,
obliterated.

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Today’s Paint Outings

I took a few side roads today and saw a lot of interesting things and a lot of wildlife!

This afternoon the clouds were quite interesting so I did get a couple paintings done.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Ten

If you keep your eyes open and head up, you’ll see signs – the trees turning red, fences glint – so you can turn to see the sun’s last display.

Painters’ Delight

when the sun slants and skips
across the Hudson’s valleys
the air glows gold
painters tried to capture it
they still try, running out
when the fences and trees blush
the clouds flutter
pale pink, ineffable orange
purple, steel
across the turquoise of dusk
even if the sky’s not
a delight-bringing red
we wave farewell to this day
and turn with hope to the next.

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NaPoWriMo 2019: Day Three

I fetched potting soil and pots and plant food. I repotted oxalis (hope that works!) and tidied and fed three geraniums, two of whom fought their way through winter, along with one that has a bit of hope still. Pulled over to write this and then took the scenic route home.

I am friendless or
everyone is my friend,
I no longer know.
I once giggled,
telling made up secrets
but now there’s no one to
come sharing fears or
carefully taking mine
in both hands.
The land is brown,
the trees empty, waiting out
the end of winter
In a month I’ll be decrying
how impossible the many greens,
so today – thank you trees
for bravely showing me
your strong dark selves
holding up your arms
against the barely warm sky.
Thank you for gathering up
my whispered truths
and staying put.

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Looking for Something to Paint

Note to self: I like snow. No, really. And except for the extreme heat, I’m good with summer. Definitely OK with spring. Find it hard to deal with that March to Early April gray-brown-ness. Bleah. So travel somewhere closer to spring in March or stay indoors!

Came across this pond in West Stockbridge and painted while watching the two resident white swans chase any other bird that came along, both Canadian Geese and Heron.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Two

Went out this morning to paint and take a look around. The world is that sparrow brown gray although here and there a willow adds a glimmer of gold or some stunning red (think alizarin crimson!) brush along the rows.

Green spears
scattered daffodils
thrusting up
pushing aside the
grey-brown fog
of early April.
The still silent
birch sighs above
one woke crocus,
a yellow sun
in an otherwise
empty lawn.

Those daffodils were up a full inch or two higher when I returned home a few hours later!

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