Visual Poems | Poplars by the Water | Living Oil Paintings

Opening the window, a gentle breeze brings the scent of earth and grass. Time always quietly paints its colors on the treetops when we aren't looking. From the first touch of green by the river, to the rolling golden leaves of early autumn, and finally to the quiet white snow resting on bare branches, the years pass by in utter silence.
My eyes are drawn to the riverbank in early autumn, where a woman in a shawl stands quietly, her back to us. As the wind blows, golden leaves twirl down from the poplars, landing on the rippling water and brushing through the cooling air. In that moment, you can almost feel the shape of the wind and the fading temperature of your surroundings. When the scene settles on that line of solitary yet firm paw prints in the snow, the vast, crisp winter forest suddenly feels a little softer because of the life that just passed through. Within this space woven from oil paints, all the noise of the outside world is gently kept at bay.
May these quiet moments bring you a piece of tranquility.


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