Expressing the Landscape Poem

 


Expressing the Landscape

I am thankful for nature and all the colours I see.
When I try to paint them, I feel amazingly free.

There are endless combinations of soft and bold.
And the various tones can feel warm or cold.

The lush greens in foliage may have subtle reds.
They shimmer when reflected in river beds.

Snow seems white, until you study it.
Colours are brighter when they are sunlit.

Highlights can be pinks, yellows or blues;
In shadows you may find viridian and purple hues.

Do you notice a colour catching your eye?
Is it up close or above in the sky?

I love how colours contrast and subtly transition;
When I present them, I use intuition.

Light and dark play out, large and small,
In a lyrical manner, I make the call...

On what to include or colour to mix,
Trying to make sure nothing conflicts.

These are the things that gladden my heart,
And as for creating, we can all take part.

The vibrancy of the landscape at any location
Can offer a multitude of inspiration.

So, I encourage you to give painting a try,
Express what you see and what it may imply.

Each person’s effort is a valid response;
It doesn’t have to look like art from the Renaissance.

A heartfelt expression can be something so special,
And when shared with others... the joy exponential.

Jane Appleby

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