Poetry Does That
November 26, 1990
I painted a tree lonely stark gray under a dark wintry sky, a tree of loneliness. Then I added some birds whose song, sweet and quaint, made me forget why I started to paint.
I painted a tree lonely stark gray under a dark wintry sky, a tree of loneliness. Then I added some birds whose song, sweet and quaint, made me forget why I started to paint.