Friday, September 14, 2007

A Leaf Treader

I have been treading on leaves all day until I am autumn tired.
God knows all the color and form of leaves I have trodden on and mired.
Perhaps I have put forth too much strength or been too fierce from fear.
I have safely trodden underfoot the leaves of another year.

All summer long they were overhead, more lifted up than I.
To come to their final place in earth they had to pass me by.
All summer long I thought I heard them whispering under their breath.
And when they came it seemed with a will to carry me with them to death.

They spoke to the fugitive in my heart as if it were leaf to leaf.
They tapped at my eyelids and touched my lips with an invitation to grief.
But it was no reason I had to go because they had to go.
Now up, my knee, to keep on top of another year of snow.

Robert Frost


cw said...

I *love* this painting.

Anonymous said...

this is tooo beuatifulgreat. i want it badd. xo! kk

Sol said...

sarah, the colors have become stronger upon drying. very striking indeed. just lovely.

Joan Breckwoldt said...

Hi Sarah,
I love this painting, it has to be one of my favorites of yours. The colors are magnificent.

Anna said...

The trees are reminiscent of Van Gogh's to my eyes. I like it a lot.

Anonymous said...

is this here beauty for sale???? asks kiki

Sarah Hazel said...

Thanks, everyone.

Yes, kk, it's for sale.

Anonymous said...

great painting

Sarah Hazel said...

Thank you Anonymous