80 x 50 cm
Ink on Paper
Autumn is here, lays love to rest solemnly,
remembers my now bittersweet memory,
the wood grouse cries out into the world,
beauty was now darkness has unfurled.
Kiss the frog a soft “goodbye”,
nobody knows what this dying implies
But after death, life comes again anew,
to show the path we will pursue.
© tamara kolb