Van Gogh, "Girl In White In The Woods," 1882
I was invisible and she was seen
Snow sweetly sauntering through autumn leaves
Playing the voyeur seems somewhat obscene
As between dark trees she beautifully weaves
But with my paint and brush, I hunt a scene
An image and a feeling immortal
Of which she is the slim, ivory queen
Her leafy subjects guard a bright portal
Into a realm untouched by cruel time
Where all hearts love and all words sweetly rhyme
To let this moment fade would be a crime
I will depict her in her regal prime
The years will cause us to decay and fade
But she will be preserved in what I’ve made
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About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Comments (2)
I suddenly feel a bit creeped out at the idea of being "depicted".
This was so breathtakingly beautiful! So well done!