Autumn in gold
The Autumn has made itself at home in the Pacific Northwest today. My sunrise walk has turned from hopping bare feet on the grass to plunging my rainboots into the wet ground. The worms are plump and busy. The golden-crowned kinglet and the sparrows spend more time deep among the branches rather than flying in the open air between the trees. The blues of the crows shine again and I am above their 5.30 AM petty fights.
Ludovica Mazzucato, Kandahar, poem and painting, oil, acrylics, gesso, and mixed media, round with 16 inches of diameter, 2022