MAXINE BOMER PAINTINGS

Meditations in Light and Dark

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon

Like a magician extended his golden wand o’er the landscape;

Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest

Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

After a day of cloud and wind and rain

Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,

And, touching all the darksome woods with light,

Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,

Then like a ruby from the horizon’s ring,

Drops down into the night.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow