Sunset:
trees growing
bats soaring
moths die
do I hear crying?
Sunset:
beetles boring
bite-dust drops
on lizard tracks:
paisley print-dirt.
Dad
watercolor
About Me
- paul buntain
- I turn to look back down the trail where shadows play, tall timber calls as if the open ridge above is beyond reach. The horse snorts.
Sunrise
photo of painting
Old Sunny
watercolor
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