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April 12th, 2015

4/12/2015

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Watercolor morning

Watercolor morning
Landscape still and taupe and ochre
My brush strays hopefully
into pans of color not yet visible
Not yet appeared on that slope
Gamboge and Alizarin Crimson
Colors I have not yet seen
against the now familiar fields.

"Put a Harrier in there,"
he directs my pen marks
matter of fact, believing,
watching as twigs snap off the tip of my brush.
The Harrier sails past the glass
and lands shaking and crooked
against a barely dry
cloud of pink leaves
on a paper field.

Watercolor morning
Birds and tiny animals click
and gibber and squeak
across seed-strewn gravel
Taupe and ochre and gray
resisting the colors of warmth
muddling my pans of color
and becoming the Spring.
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Harold Fisher link
10/8/2021 10:13:36 am

Interesting read.

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