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Purple, the poetic landscape

musical color
smelling the cold
a secret-wise in repose


smell of rain
purple mountains
big sky

I love the big sky.  I love the open road.  I love sinking into the smell of rain.

When the rain comes, I am careful not to tread.  Trails are a gift, and if we walk on them in the mud we damage the terrain.

The trails widen and erode; leaving our scars behind.  Here I remain with faraway eyes and sweet eternity’s scent.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

*Purple, The Poetic Landscape – mixed media on paper, 2″ x 1.75″, CKS – available in CLFStudio Shop

2 thoughts on “Purple, the poetic landscape

  1. There’s no option to like the posts anymore, Connie.

    I love the words and of course, your art.

    1. that’s weird I will have to ask wordpress. thanks for letting me know, and thank you Tre <3

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