When I started writing poems to go along with my paintings in the Rockport workshop I struck on the idea of going back through some of my paintings and writing verse to go along with them. This is an attempt to explain the mood of the painting, or a reaction to the painting now. It is not really a how I painted it poem or what I was thinking about. Just the image of the work and what it says to me. It might say something different to you.
Here is a winter painting on the Rappahannock River, a scene I have painted many times and each time it is slightly different. 
Light rests on the sleepy river
Reflecting the soft evening light
Like thousands of silver slivers floating
On currents cutting around fingers of land
Ground soon to be inundated
By torrents of springtime flood
The dense grey hardwood stands
Project a deep evening gloom
Brightened only by the flicker of red orange leaves
That wave like little hands
These colors that signal
The season and the one coming soon are joined
By the trills of warblers that fill the evening air
As the evening advances
The reflections become like paintings
Liquid portraits of the trees reversed
Fleeting with just a moment of glory
Like a watercolor in a rainstorm
Colors running off the bottom of the paper
Dissolving one into another soon lost
Oh river take me home
Wonderful watercolor, where the water is pure, crystalline, reflecting the light and the Nature. I love it Steve.