Autumn Leaves

 

For the Autumnal Equinox (Sept. 23, 2011)

The autumn leaves of green-turned red
Cascade through fragrant air
Spilling to earth in silent flight
While homes stand lost and bare

Blank, the sky, in pinkish hue
Filled with the escape of birds
Delivers us the sun-swept view
Untrapped by any words

Adorned in Autumn’s deepest charm
The ground prepares its slumber
Tucked away in protective sheets
Of shades in countless number

Almond bark and cinnamon
Burn pleasant in woodsy scent
Telling tales of winter’s march
When Autumn leaves are spent

My Moon

Iridescent moon, spilling light
into the naked air of my room
With shimmering milky fingers
your draw is so complete
You absorb me as though I could dissolve
into the tiny fraction of peace
you allow the clutter of my soul

Your radiance softens the edges of disquietude
and bearing all things
you carry moments in your arms
from which glitter is scooped
and furnished into dreams,
then littered like fairy dust
across the sleeping world

My love intensifies
with each phase of your joy
until full, you overflow the sky
splashing down until the earth is drenched
in the blush of your majesty

 ~ * ~

I like to think that the moon is there even if I am not looking at it ~ Albert Einstein

Auburnesque

Oh how I wish I had had more time for this one. It was a wedding gift, and of course, I left it too late. :( So in the rush to finish it, I am not 100% satisfied with it, (I know; how unusual for me). :P

Still, I LOVE the colours in this. The inspiration came from a friends deviant art post. It was a photograph taken somewhere in Peterborough and I fell in love with it. It seems so ... dusky and mysterious. Anyway, the couple loved it, so I guess I'm okay with it for now. Will try another one of these when I can spend more time on it.

For now, I'm going to try and do up some quick paintings for a showing maybe. ;) Hopefully I'll be able to get on here more to post them. Thanks to my pal, John Carter for coming up with the title of this. It fits perfectly!

Enterprising ....

Something I did as a little project for my place of employment. 

Although very enjoyable, this took almost too long to finish. Couldn't quite get the colours right. Or the shading. I'm out of practice. :P Situated in the new place now, so there should be much more time for painting. :)

Stewart Farm, Maynooth, Ontario

A painting I did for my mother's 75th birthday. This was the barn at the old farm where she was born and raised. I don't remember it completely and missed a few small details, but the emotion is there and I'm glad I was able to capture that somewhat. Would have liked to have taken more time with this one, but she was delighted and that makes me happy. Should be placing a lot more up on this blog soon. I have a lot of work to do in the next three weeks. :)

More Than Everything

The air is filled with memory...

Hope shelters distress

and is lost to control

that does not stay together

fingers ... tracing ... touching...

longing

kisses lost to promised zephyr

stretching time to cover discouragement

(independence does not vibrate so animated now)

when disappointment fathers fear

life moves to slow motion

and every moment from the past

is adorned in costume

and plumps to a surreal dimension

I only hold the musing;

the stars that fall fom the blackest night

shattering at my feet

I break so easily

I wish for whispers

for day to be night

and my love to settle into every corner,

that my heart might know at last

the ease of doubtless air

Copyright © roxannegaebel [06 - 27 -2010]

Fish Ladder

A painting requested by my mother to give to a friend of hers for her birthday. I'm finding balancing the colours found in nature with my own internal palette to be quite trying at best. The thing is to take the picture away from the real life scene and examine it for its own elemental merit. I decided getting the water just the right colour was unecessary, as the colours that emerge as I paint are far more interesting and beautiful. This turned out with more green than expected, but the murky brown that the river looked on the day of photographing left much to be desired. 

Anyone familiar with the Port Hope area will reconize the Ganaraska River and our infamous fish ladder. I wish I had a photograph of this from the seventies. I believe their was a foot bridge that spanned the width of the river at the top of the ladder. In any case, this holds a bounty of memory and emotion. I hope Cheryl enjoys it.