Nouva Daze

Sometimes nature on its own does it for me,

I ask myself why I’m so drawn to painting landscapes,
It speaks before I even pick up a brush,
and a scene like this answers for me softly, effortlessly.

Winter isn’t a season I chase; if anything, it arrives uninvited.
But somehow its beauty finds me anyway.

It mirrors my mood, quiet, reflective, a little cold around the edges,
Yet its views cradle me in a way words can’t.
Even in the chill, there’s something worth pausing for.