You left me.
Fluttering to the ground
Piled up around me
Shrouding my roots
Free from my twigs
You colour the land
Leaves leave
Only a few left
To detach eventually
In winter storms.
New paintings and regular art updates.
You left me.
Fluttering to the ground
Piled up around me
Shrouding my roots
Free from my twigs
You colour the land
Leaves leave
Only a few left
To detach eventually
In winter storms.
Leaves, leave, the trees.
Leaving the world,
Death and decay.
But like a firework,
Exploding in colour,
Before deminishing
Into a skeletal framework.
To be blown away on the wind……
This is my friends studio at Spode. She is moving away in the near future which is why I took the photo as a memory. I will miss her. I haven’t known her for long but she is a lovely person. Very thoughtful and creative. I hate it when good people move away. It’s happened a few times, and although you say you will keep in touch it’s hard sometimes to do that. Lives seperate, thoughts split, ideas are forgotten. I wish things didn’t change, but they do.