Light Between Dusk

16"x20" Encaustic, oil paint, and fabric on cradled birch panel
 
I know not how it falls on me,
This summer evening, hushed and lone;
Yet the faint wind comes soothingly
With something of an olden tone.
 
Forgive me if I've shunned so long
Your gentle greeting, earth and air!
But sorrow withers in the strong,
And who can fight against despair?
-Emily Bronte