This poem
accompanied the pastel painting above. It was painted by my partner, Renée
Phillips, for a solo art show.
The Color of
Autumn Wind
My mind—not clouded by whirling passions—
reflects everything in autumn light.
In just a blink of sun
days last forever, crickets call,
every step stirs the color of autumn wind—
yellow leaves scatter into blue
orange leaves swirl in dust behind.
reflects everything in autumn light.
In just a blink of sun
days last forever, crickets call,
every step stirs the color of autumn wind—
yellow leaves scatter into blue
orange leaves swirl in dust behind.
I learn to read those love notes
sent by the wind,
talking of things few can sense.
Radiant light shines from my heart
lighting each step—
shine step, shine step—light and shadow
merge quietly in the warm dry wind.
sent by the wind,
talking of things few can sense.
Radiant light shines from my heart
lighting each step—
shine step, shine step—light and shadow
merge quietly in the warm dry wind.
~Wendy Haylett, (c) 2003
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