vernal equinox

Oil painting on canvas framed in painted reclaimed wood

37”h, 18.5w, 3.5”d

Limited edition canvas wrapped prints 10”x20”

The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies 

   between me and my book;	
And the South Wind, washing through the room,	
Makes the candles quiver.	
My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,	
And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots	        
Outside, in the night.	
 
Why are you not here to overpower me with your 

   tense and urgent love?

Amy Lowell1874 – 1925