Tag: First frost
The approach of Winter in Norway: we just had our first snowfall of the season. Time to curl up and read novels and poetry books, and to write.
(oil on canvas, 50 x 50 cm) to my beloved tor: white roses lay neatly placed upon the hardened snow — just centimeters from where the still-absent tombstone will one day proudly loom over wayward leaves, single blades of grass and stalwart perennials in rainbow shades. the first tear drools, then streams down my wind-burned […]