In my mind, the candle set the tree on fire. This took longer than I thought as it’s not a big canvas, but autumn leaves take some thought and planning and certainly patience. I wanted to do them justice as I’m a big fan. I hope I did. I wrote—almost doodled, really—this poem after an insomniac night: The Raven’s Dream. Autumn day/candle flame/in the smoke/is your name/while your secrets/are your own/all is held/all is known/it’s all seen/in the raven’s dream. Maybe a little corny but do I care? Does my insomnia?
