All the other trees had shed their leaves
and already quietly gone to bed.
Except a little blue spruce still waiting
for the snow to fall upon its head.... poem by Saint Eule
and already quietly gone to bed.
Except a little blue spruce still waiting
for the snow to fall upon its head.... poem by Saint Eule
" The Wish Of The Little Blue Spruce ", 20 x 20, acrylic paint on canvas, by Purple Snow, 2018.
