Yosemite Meadow

..Life is too much like a pathless wood

Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs

Broken across it, and one eye is weeping

From a twig's having lashed across it open.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile

And then come back to it and begin over.

---Robert Frost

Yosemite Meadow

oil on canvas

4 x 6"

lightly varnished + signed