18×18 inches
Acrylic on canvas
No matter the block or spot,
it’s always hot.
Day or night,
no relief in sight.
I’m losing this fight.
The final sum. That was gruesome.
Summer makes way for autumn.
Temps drop from top to bottom.
Now nature paints a new picture,
signs its signature.
Can’t wait for warmer days,
rays and no more grays.
Thoughts recycle,
cycling like the wheels of a bicycle.
18×18 inches
Acrylic on canvas
No matter the block or spot,
it’s always hot.
Day or night,
no relief in sight.
I’m losing this fight.
The final sum. That was gruesome.
Summer makes way for autumn.
Temps drop from top to bottom.
Now nature paints a new picture,
signs its signature.
Can’t wait for warmer days,
rays and no more grays.
Thoughts recycle,
cycling like the wheels of a bicycle.
