The Wind is Like Fire … a Poem

waterfall and mountain painting, by Irene Rowley

The wind is like fire
tapping treetops, rippling leaves
and touching me now.

I wish I could stay
Forever floating in the valley,
From mountain peak to waterfall,
As quiet but strong as a canoe.

My spirit went into the forest
and found the treasure of my own
warm and beating heart
inside pure waters where
there is no death,
Oh no.

Where there is but rebirth and love,
and the love of children
hopeful and hungry — and
The sound of my own song.

~ by Irene, about a recent hike in the Sierras.

A Summer Dream Painting

new painting, acrylic on canvas by Irene Rowley

new painting, acrylic on canvas, by Irene Rowley

Here’s a painting I’ve been working on this summer… the first painting I’ve done in a long time!

In this case, I am working with acrylics on white canvas and I found that time had passed so fully, that half of my acrylic color tubes of paint had dried out. So, I managed this much, with about one third of my regular color palette. continue reading