Matab's Art---Forum of expression

~ in every curl that sweeps the shore lies a memory to restore ~ with every intense crash of a wave lies a time to relish and crave ~ in each sparkle of reflecting light is a faded dream aching to reignite ~ in each frothy bubble clinging to sand pops a tear, not wanted not planned ~ rolling water, of shy waves glide hinting at secrets, only nature can hide ~

Color Me Red, Autumn ~ ~ Color me red and tickle my sight Let your leaves shed accents of sunrise light ~ Dance leaves dance and embrace the breeze Boast the seasons prance of the shedding trees ~ O rooted mother let your little ones go Next years another new season, new show ~ Orange burnt , Yellow bold a warning, for the next season of bitter cold and snowflake fest