The Sentinels" is part of the Winter Collection…we barricade our doors and guard our lives every day, but storms come and go regardless of locks…so we pray for the sun, and cry relief relief…A north western Ontario forest…
Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper..
HOME PAGE FEATURE 20/12/08
FEATURED IN EVERYTHING WINTER
LIVE AND LET LIVE
TOP TEN WINNER..BUBBLERS WEEKLY CHALLENGE
They stand as sentinels against azure storms
Assured as most storms of life, it’s supposed
Although bared of dress, although naked as jays,
Winter’s trees umbrella from worst those
Emptied of warmth.. why stand themselves here?
None rest beneath, cold is this grayness,
Determined, enduring Hail’s hiss, they stay
Limbs upturned, beg the sun from her shyness…
These brown-barked sentinels recall blue-green days before
With soft nests of down in lofty leaved reaches
Where bodies under there sparkled in prisms
When leaf-scattered-light danced on now barren benches..
They stand as sentinels against azure storms …Barbara Attaway