Acrylic and Oil on Canvas
18 ”x 24”
A cottage built of paper plates,
or maybe seasoned wood.
Whatever forms its humble gates,
it lifts my pensive mood.
A winding path through blooms so wide,
as up the path they roam.
Each petal like a whispered guide,
that draws my footsteps home.
Acrylic and Oil on Canvas
18 ”x 24”
A cottage built of paper plates,
or maybe seasoned wood.
Whatever forms its humble gates,
it lifts my pensive mood.
A winding path through blooms so wide,
as up the path they roam.
Each petal like a whispered guide,
that draws my footsteps home.