Poetry in paint.
Doing a few things through life. I think what is driving me is death. As it should.
IW
I Don’t Know
Time Passing
~ Another petal, another poem.
A twig falls out the tree
Catches my eye
Toward another white petal falling
She flips over in the breeze
When another cloud covers the sun
Another cigarette ends
Receiving a shadow as time passes still.
IW
