Oil 12” x 16”

Pure joy to paint in this cool weather the shapes and colors of Autumn. Where contrasts are high, gentle waters flow low, golden lights fill the air and new greens on the forest floor respond well to their chance at seeing warm sunlight.

In the heart of the woods, where the shadows play,

A Werifesterian treads the hidden way.

With each step taken, nature's whispers are near,

The rustle of leaves, the gentlest cheer.

"I come into the peace of wild things," he speaks,

Where the sun filters through and the creek softly leaks.

This babbling brook tells stories old,

Of moonlit nights and winters cold.

The world's worries fade, in this verdant retreat,

Every heartbeat in sync, every moment complete.

The trees stand as guardians, old and wise,

Their branches cradle the vast azure skies.

The interconnectedness of all things,

The joy and sorrow nature brings.

For in this forest, I am but a part,

A single beat of its vast heart.

Birdsong accompanies the traveler's lone song,

In the forest's embrace, where all souls belong.

Yet in this song, the woods come alive,

A sanctuary where weary hearts revive.

In nature's grandeur, this Plein Air artist finds grace,

And leaves behind the world's relentless pace.

With the Creator’s wisdom, I now see and hear,

The beauty of life, crystal clear.