Tuesday, September 21, 2010

At our little local Labor Day Weekend show, I sold Island Winter (framed watercolor on paper, 8.5x11") and the companion poem; also three matted watercolor sketches and a matted pigment print photo.

Island Winter

A Winter's Walk

Our footfalls fret against the unplowed way
As under a lifting sky we go to walk.
The fragrance of our wood fire lures us back –
In from the wanton freshness of the day.

Our snow-bound bay rests easy on the eyes.
The muted crystal-clicks of salty ice
Breathe not a whisper here of freedom’s price –
But raise the siren song of freedom’s prize.

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