First Snow

From a request of an acquaintance.

The turning leaf, was groped,
Away by the tender breeze,
From the window, with hope,
One was caught by a gentle tease;

And before long, followed clouds' cries,
Powdered snow befall, from the grey sky,
It must have been an amusing sight,
For the canvas to be painted white.

- Stu. T.H. (December 16, 2023)

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

I would say that, I gesso

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for your visit, author Dave Brown. I wish you a nice day.