I will have me a symphony of coloring. I will enmesh me in the noon sun’s gold and wind about me the moonlight’s silver sheen. I will dream in a gown made of the haze of a summer evening twilight, and I will have robe on robe of the sky’s deep blue, and I will line them with clouds of ermine, and from their trailing folds red stars will gleam. I will pluck the green from the treetops, where wild birds nest and sing, and in the weaving I will ensnare a song. And when Sorrow is my guest, I will wear a gown made of the cold, gray mist.
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Beautiful, both the painting and the words that accompany it. Is Muriel Strode a painter too?
Thank you, Deborah! I actually don’t much about Muriel Strode, I simply found this quote one day and fell in love with its spirit. Here is a brief biography I found on Muriel if you are interested in knowing more… she sounds like a woman who was well ahead of her time! https://quotegarden-terri.blogspot.com/2012/01/muriel-strode-lieberman.html