The Olive Trees
Vincent van Gogh, The Olive Trees, 1889
olive grove
at the end of life
down the end of the lane
bright gold sun
at the top of the sky
draping blue shades under trees
dark green leaves
silver underneath
wind shimmer even in this glow
and the aftermath of night
is the reason we go on
under the olives in the hopeless garden
olive grove
at the end of life
down the end of the lane
bright gold sun
at the top of the sky
draping blue shades under trees
dark green leaves
silver underneath
wind shimmer even in this glow
and the aftermath of night
is the reason we go on
under the olives in the hopeless garden
Labels: ekphrastic poetry, painting, poem, Vincent van Gogh
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