Autumn, dressed as Summer, stormed into his house and ate his good intentions. Half-starving, he staggered off into the woods (where he thought cooler days might be waiting) only to find a painter who told him, “never look for Fall — just create it.”
Love the picture 🙂
(Don’t understand the rest so I won’t comment ;))
I don’t really understand what I wrote either.
I read that (your comment) and thought, “Huh? How can he not understand his own writing?” But my second thoughts kicked in and reminded me that I don’t always understand my writing either and I don’t even write poetry 😉
“Words, words, words…”
Covering feeling, obfuscating meaning, words can be empty, even as paintings can be, unless each is done from the heart and with great skill. And yet, each attempt is a step toward successful communication and, as such, is worth sharing .