spring’s canvas
is the landscape
growth is her medium
Budding Young Artist
All The Season Always
there is a veil
between winter and spring
comprised of the remains of summer and fall
Pause
the falling
held
rain to ice
The Green Rose
like a siren
calling to spring
bringing blossoms into being
The Season’s Joie De Vivre
rising to the surface
that particular effervescence
of spring
Elemental Mixed Media
a collage
of not yet
spring
Winter Is A Spider
the web
she weaves
is a dense tapestry
The Solid Sea
I peered
into an ocean
made of granite
Wonder
the world is frozen
and yet
everything’s in motion
Dandelion Ice
old man winter puffs
and ice flies
like dandelion fluff
Cold Geometry
from sharp right angles
to the exploration
of curves
Visions
miniature world
on the window pane
cold grows a forest
A Scattering
the lovely wind
left
kisses behind
In The Morning
stars
from the holy night
linger
So Many Seeds
soft like fur
a coat
ruffling in the wind
Circa 1783
interior side of bark
from the Lone Pine
a mosaic of time
Mysterious Waters
was that
the last of summer
swirling on the surface?
All Of Autumn
taking place
in a puddle
on the ground
Rain On The Windshield
the tide
came in
from the sky
The River The Sunlight And Wind
painted an abstract
capturing
the whole of life
Purity Of Line
a rise
and fall
of color and form
Comfort
the web of life
seen and unseen
always holding us together
Azalea’s Final Gift
she saved
her best for last
in this bittersweet expressionism
On The Bulkhead Door
disintegrated blossoms
rain and time
etch the cosmos
Flow
this is the texture
of time
passing by
Finding A Way
going through
it
Thoughts On The Window
constructing dandelions
made of cold hope
I Awoke At The Ocean
on the shoreline
of cold
On Cold Nights
dress the windows
with fleur de liys
Cold Curves
in a static state
softness solidified
