Another few inches of snow here, and an early morning peek at the sliver of moon in the trees made me want to share a poem with you.
by William Carlos Williams
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
And my ravens aren't cooperating. I've had to use drastic measures on them...
I've cropped off the 5th raven on the right side and all that pink.
This may be a do-over after going back to the photo to see what appealed to me in the first place about it and made me want to paint the ravens. (My ravens don't look big and bold enough - more like crows - now how did that happen? ha ha)