Poetry Corner

West wind - were dost thou blow,

The small rain down can rain,

God - that my love were in my arms,

And I in my bed again.

Anonymous.

Now I am taking stock and resting from painting. Soon I will feel myself wanting to begin painting again, but for now I am at that in-between stage that I always find myself going through from time to time. It's hard to describe but it always happens this way. I take a breather for a while and then feel drawn back to painting. I guess it's a natural recharging of the batteries. I think sometimes it's good to do this. But I won't get too lazy... so keep checking in for when I post new work. Enjoy the poetry corner!