Poem from the Parking Lot

TM9579 Poem from the Parking Lot 7×7 oil on paper

When you can’t “get away” the next best option is to find a way to love where you are, such is this dirt parking lot I spotted on my way to run errands. Why drive past? Why not pull in and look at it for a few minutes, see what’s there? Sun, trees embracing their greens, and the cast-offs of an ancient glacier. Mmmm….the quintessential humble view of my native state. Something to memorize and paint. Maybe the word poem will come later? Enjoy.

(Post Script)

I painted the dark woods
And watched all week
As my trees decided to brighten.

Ah, Melancholy, you
Have been infringed upon

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