"Dreamy Autumn"
Watercolors on paper.
Cold blows the Autumn wind and drear,
From out the lowering west;
Low wail the crimson leaves and sere
As if they longed for rest.
Upon my heart they seem to fall,
And stay its joyful tone,
Awaking there a plaintive call--
The echo of their own.
O forest leaves, from yonder trees
Borne upon languid wing,
You hear not in the wandering breeze
The whisper of the Spring.
While far beyond the sky's dark cloud,
I know the stars shine clear,
And that beneath the Autumn shroud
Awaits the future year.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/m/an_autumn_song.html#Zl31PEurRZ7SUhIQ.99
Cold blows the Autumn wind and drear,
From out the lowering west;
Low wail the crimson leaves and sere
As if they longed for rest.
Upon my heart they seem to fall,
And stay its joyful tone,
Awaking there a plaintive call--
The echo of their own.
O forest leaves, from yonder trees
Borne upon languid wing,
You hear not in the wandering breeze
The whisper of the Spring.
While far beyond the sky's dark cloud,
I know the stars shine clear,
And that beneath the Autumn shroud
Awaits the future year.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/m/an_autumn_song.html#Zl31PEurRZ7SUhIQ.99
"Cold blows the Autumn wind and drear,
From out the lowering west;
Low wail the crimson leaves and sere
As if they longed for rest.
Upon my heart they seem to fall,
And stay its joyful tone,
Awaking there a plaintive call--
The echo of their own.
O forest leaves, from yonder trees
Borne upon languid wing,
You hear not in the wandering breeze
The whisper of the Spring.
While far beyond the sky's dark cloud,
I know the stars shine clear,
And that beneath the Autumn shroud
Awaits the future year."
From out the lowering west;
Low wail the crimson leaves and sere
As if they longed for rest.
Upon my heart they seem to fall,
And stay its joyful tone,
Awaking there a plaintive call--
The echo of their own.
O forest leaves, from yonder trees
Borne upon languid wing,
You hear not in the wandering breeze
The whisper of the Spring.
While far beyond the sky's dark cloud,
I know the stars shine clear,
And that beneath the Autumn shroud
Awaits the future year."
An Autumn Song by: Mary Morgan
"Blood red storm"
watercolors on paper .
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky."
-Rabindranath Tagore
-Rabindranath Tagore
"Reflection of last summer"
Watercolors on paper.
"Darkness lands on the sea"
watercolors on paper
Sometimes i just love to capture this kind sea mood in my paintings that bring lots of emotions in light and colors play!
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