~Autumn Morning~ Grimshaw |
~Autumn Gold~ Grimshaw |
~Iris~ Grimshaw |
~Leaves~
by Elsie N. Brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
These are the are the Painting of John Atkinson Grimshaw.
I Love his Work! His use of Color is so Lovely and Warm.
His Paintings here are from my
Favorite time of the Year...
~Autumn~
~Have a Wonderful Evening~