Oil on stretched canvas, gallery frame. Inspired by the Great Lake in Tasmania.
Stillness lingers on the lake,
Overhead, the tempests wake.
Lone trees bow as wild winds call,
In their flight, they heed it all.
Thunder rolls but leaves me whole,
Underneath, a quiet soul.
Drifting where the air doth dance,
Endless as the tide—left to chance.
Oil on stretched canvas, gallery frame. Inspired by the Great Lake in Tasmania.
Stillness lingers on the lake,
Overhead, the tempests wake.
Lone trees bow as wild winds call,
In their flight, they heed it all.
Thunder rolls but leaves me whole,
Underneath, a quiet soul.
Drifting where the air doth dance,
Endless as the tide—left to chance.