I came across a poem and decided to paint something that also involved one of my favourite cities i.e. Montreal.

"Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered "snow".

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned "frost".

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry."

"Something told the wild geese" by Rachel Field

Private collection Austria

Ajouté le 30 juil. 2014