Painting, Poetry, Thoughts on Life.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
"Royal Gala", oil, 5 x 7"
From the poem
After Apple Picking
, by Robert Frost:
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night…
Click here to read the rest of this lovely poem
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