" Pine in the sun..."-- II

Work from the series " poetry of the landscape "
The picture is made in the style of avant-garde painting on primed hardboard, with oil paints


Forest as well as lakes, seas and rivers, is the best adornment of the earth, her gorgeous festive attire.
Konstantin Paustovsky

And the house of God has no doors
And walls of trees,
There the arches of the retinue of the branches,
The chime of streams.

In streams of Golden rays
The resin was steamed,
And shed a joyful firs
Through the pines dome.

And on pine trunks
Shadows of the day,
Creating on the canvas bark
The pattern of amber.

And bird trills overflow,
That bell ringing,
As to eternal Joy call
Flying in space, it is.

Wave of joyful avalanches,
Without magic and without embellishment,
Sounds the melody of Love
Chorus of inspiration in us.

Here is the mastermind of all miracles
The Life-Giving Light,
What shines in every Heart,
And it has all the answers!
- White owl