Saturday, 9 February 2013

Up the road, late afternoon.

Below the known fields the pool's dark mirror shining, catches always; the tall spruce standing opaque sentinel between.

Lone bird leaves on winterwood branches; the blue smoke rising at evening.


The Crow said...

I so admire your way of painting a scene in glorious color, using words only.

This post is another example of your artistry.

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely atmosphere in this one

Lucy said...

Thank you both for stopping by.