easy like a sunday morning [poem]

I came across this poem a few weeks ago and saved it on tumblr for a day just like today, when I'm in desperate need of a little poetry to take my mind to somewhere other than my dining room on this  chilly, gray sunday morning.

I Sit and Think 

 

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien 

Also here is a sneak preview of the first stage of my newest painting.... It's a 30" x 40" and I don't really have a plan for it... I started thinking wine, which lead me to think of grapes, which lead me to purple circles and I really like the combination of gray and purple... so that lead me to where I am right now... hopefully I'll get to work on it more today so I can post new pictures tomorrow!