Autumn Takes ; text and drawing by Thomas J Nixon . Beloved pets celebrate the unlucky 13 th birthdays . Autumn leaves float away on the spirits currents of these loved ones . A bright blaze of fire slackens and darkens to an afternoon sun to soon set . Darkness expunges all to quite shadows dancing on tomorrows walls of confining entrapment . i scream to stop their passing .
The final painting in my painting series on Caregiving . Title ; The Hours . Oil painting on wood . 20"x 30" . Painting and text by Thomas J . Nixon . The hours ; The falling april snows glisten in bright yellow morning sunshine . Life is progressing on this planet in a clear glass globe shaken up and turned right side up again . Lives shaken up settle like white snow flakes taking up root where they melt on landfall . Spring birds sing their songs loudly to carry on their life line . It is now that memories of my times with you flood my thoughts of like waters shedding off hillsides . When in ruins your castle stood your foundation was made of granite . When cancer attacked you bravely and strong you faced life's final battles . Clearly now i remember her voice asking me " Do you know what a yidden is ? i always replied " i know you !! Now days i find new purpose and sing with the birds of spring .
