Birds Set- yellow
The birds flew through the developing canvas of the dawn, as if their wings were fine quills, drawing such buoyant hues. Those wings in that sky became the colors of dreams.
Heaven-bound birds were brilliant rays from wind-dappled sea-water; their brightness amid otherwise infinite blue, gliding as free souls. In each wing-given arc they were the tips of a conductor's wand, a music for both eyes and soul, bringing a wave of sweet earthly joy.
Acrylic on Pebbles