A MORNING SONNETO by Shannon
"A MORNING SONNETO"
This painting was created as a personal piece. Shannon’s love of animals, wildlife, fantasy, and the morning greet are poured into this painting. Also included, is a sonnet written by the artist.
When dawn of day lights the somber surface - winged-like creatures caress their mother earth
Dance of the dewdrop gather on new birth - quenched by the sunlight, its golden purpose
Fields of ochre, sienna brown, forest green - moved by low whispers of cool silent breeze
Dandelion pappus, the birds and the bees - flights of wonderment from wings to the seed
Oh, woodland creatures who make quite the stir - carry on your chatter of song and shrill
Cast shadows on mainland, keep they so still - skurry off frightened with fizzle and blur
So morn has been broken and aft is near. Soon will come darkness and all disappear.
- SHANNON
"A MORNING SONNETO"
This painting was created as a personal piece. Shannon’s love of animals, wildlife, fantasy, and the morning greet are poured into this painting. Also included, is a sonnet written by the artist.
When dawn of day lights the somber surface - winged-like creatures caress their mother earth
Dance of the dewdrop gather on new birth - quenched by the sunlight, its golden purpose
Fields of ochre, sienna brown, forest green - moved by low whispers of cool silent breeze
Dandelion pappus, the birds and the bees - flights of wonderment from wings to the seed
Oh, woodland creatures who make quite the stir - carry on your chatter of song and shrill
Cast shadows on mainland, keep they so still - skurry off frightened with fizzle and blur
So morn has been broken and aft is near. Soon will come darkness and all disappear.
- SHANNON
"A MORNING SONNETO"
This painting was created as a personal piece. Shannon’s love of animals, wildlife, fantasy, and the morning greet are poured into this painting. Also included, is a sonnet written by the artist.
When dawn of day lights the somber surface - winged-like creatures caress their mother earth
Dance of the dewdrop gather on new birth - quenched by the sunlight, its golden purpose
Fields of ochre, sienna brown, forest green - moved by low whispers of cool silent breeze
Dandelion pappus, the birds and the bees - flights of wonderment from wings to the seed
Oh, woodland creatures who make quite the stir - carry on your chatter of song and shrill
Cast shadows on mainland, keep they so still - skurry off frightened with fizzle and blur
So morn has been broken and aft is near. Soon will come darkness and all disappear.
- SHANNON
