Tuesday, December 16, 2008

From a poem..

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Sylvia Plath, from Winter trees

6 comments:

Luisa Santos said...

yes, the winter could be about memories. lovely poem :)

thinker said...

Glad you like it, Luisa.

Robyn said...

Beautiful!

thinker said...

Yes, Sylvia Plath was amazing. Glad you like it!

rahina qh said...

i have seen that painting in an art gallery in vienna. enjoy following your blog.

thinker said...

Hi Rahina, glad you like it.
Welcome to the blog!