вторник, 1 сентября 2015 г.

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 17

Day 17
Prompt: swing poem

Changing Seasons

the strings of early autumn rain
stream through my veins and I often
dream that I´m falling leaves, I ride
the swings and slides of wasted time
that sling me higher and apart
I lose the roots of long reaped past
my youth is waltzing to its dusk
with the relentlessness of age
withering pieces of my heart
refuse to settle on the ground

On the edge of the sylvan woodland a dryad calls down the autumn leaves. My homage to the beautiful colours of autumn and dedicated to the memory of "The Emporer", Britain's largest stag taken down during the rutting season by a poacher this autumn.
Painted entirely in Corel Painter using one acrylic brush and one blender.


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