A Poem For The Longest Night
The Turning
This first Winter night,
The dance eternal,
In elegant circuit
Our Mother turns
Away from the dark…
Face to the light.
~ David Jay Spyker
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“I love to study the many things that grow beneath the cornstalks, and bring them back to the studio to study the color. If one could only catch the true color of nature. The very thought of it drives me mad.”
~ Andrew Wyeth
~ from "Andrew Wyeth", by Richard Meryman, Published 1968 by Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston
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