Monet came to the woods
palette of Goldenrod dusted,
feet crush the fall.
Snake became his staff
furrowed brow in hand.
Casting thought on River’s spine
he took the path without footsteps.
Monet came to the woods
palette of Goldenrod dusted,
feet crush the fall.
Snake became his staff
furrowed brow in hand.
Casting thought on River’s spine
he took the path without footsteps.
