Stopping by these woods

Acrylic, 16×16 on gallery wrap canvas – $285

Beautiful afternoon sunshine when I stopped for this scene by the path. Nevertheless, the peaceful feeling in the poem by Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, comes to mind. 

“… The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.”

We need to stop a while, breath deep, look and listen before we sleep.

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One voice in 7 billion. Insignificant. What if we all spoke at once? Ear-splitting!! What if we all stopped to listen? Maybe, compassion.