9.05.2011

The shadow land

Upon the pavement grey,
In the soft light of late day,
I beheld the shadow land.


There is no color there,
And all is so bleakly bare,
Yet it whispers of beauty.


The land has nothing new:
Our world copied in grey-blue
And it lacks all dimension.


Now the trees seem more green,
The sky a prettier scene,
And the world much more lovely:

Because of the shadow land.

1 comment:

Homemanager said...

I like this. A very nice painting with words...