Waiting is part of the Trees, Semi-Abstract, and Winter Collections…
Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper…
The Trees are frozen in Silence…Waiting.
Sadness is but a part of it all,
Coming so relentlessly in the morning,
The offscouring of dreams.
Why do you run?
The Birch tree does not run.
Stripped of his leaves by the cold winds,
Waiting silently all winter,
Standing deep in the snow,
He knows the cold will go away,
That the sun will warm the grass green,
And give back his leaves,
And lure back his birds.
He knows that only fools are not sad. J. Kavanaugh