'Night Passage'
oil on wood panel
16 x 20
A moments rest at the edge of the woods
The veil of darkness has settled over the land
Stardust drifts through the cooling air
Mingled with the scent of wild rose and fresh cut hay
There are sounds and movement in the pasture
As clouds lit by the rising moon sail past
The colour and light of night grow stronger
There are others about
Just beyond the reach of my senses
That must wonder at my presence
For I am a foreign traveler here
On a long night passage…
-Jeffrey J Boron-