Monet in the Woods. Trina Hall. Yoga Dallas. Posted byWriterOfThisBlogOctober 13, 2011June 8, 2015Posted inHealing, Observations, Uncategorized 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...