Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
Leaf on Gross River
Fallen logs hang around its edge,
Just basking in the shallows.
And the autumn leaves are turning
On the maples and the tallows.
A breeze comes up and you can see,
It dance apon the water.
And birds soar past,
Creating a perfect peace at the river
One single leaf floats down,
And bobs along its length.
And I watch its progress as it glides,
And travels into its depth
Art and poem
By
Annmaree Mitchell