The Finished Poetry Painting

I've made this tree painting authentic for me.

Not completely realistic.

Very bold with lots of color.

A little whimsy.

So - is it complete? Is it the best it can be?

That nagging little voice is saying, "Sure, you could get away with this."

But, "is everything you want to say in this painting?

Where is your element of surprise and the unexpected?"

Rightfully so - I am not done . . .

Here is my "unexpected" - a bird on a stick

The robin from the poem . . .

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.