Autumn field

"Autumn field"

Soft pastel on pastel card.  

 My favorite thing this days, is is play with colors creating moods, moments of life in nature... All that magic and wonder full of mystery and beauty in every second of difrent light and mood, nature is truly greatest master of all..

 and here i want to share with you one poem that i like!

"Slow moves the acid breath of noon
over the copper-coated hill,
slow from the wild crab's bearded breast
the palsied apples fall.

Like coloured smoke the day hangs fire,
taking the village without sound;
the vulture-headed sun lies low
chained to the violet ground.

The horse upon the rocky height
rolls all the valley in his eye,
but dares not raise his foot or move
his shoulder from the fly.

The sheep, snail-backed against the wall,
lifts her blind face but does not know
the cry her blackened tongue gives forth
is the first bleat of snow.

Each bird and stone, each roof and well,
feels the gold foot of autumn pass;
each spider binds with glittering snare
the splintered bones of grass.

Slow moves the hour that sucks our life,
slow drops the late wasp from the pear,
the rose tree's thread of scent draws thin -
and snaps upon the air. "

 A poem by Laurie Lee