Their Gold

“Surrender”

Only small pockets of aspens hold out with their gold.

But my heart surrenders to fall with the warmth of the wood burning stove.

I paint

Remembering the colors of fall when grief blinded me.

I paint

To take in what I missed.

I paint their gold.

“Their Gold” and “Hold Out”

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Plein Air Painting on Mill Creek Road

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