a glory of tulips
the crabapple’s inspiration
to burst into bloom
The Bloom’s Muse
The Spider’s Muse
Charlotte always visited
the tulips for inspiration
before she began spinning.
Portrait of the Pond
patiently she sits
subtly shifting moods
captured but never contained
Frozen Wetland
Cold paints a picture in tans and greys and white.
Wind is the painter’s muse.
Black Bird
Singing in the tree tops
perched higher than your high note
morning is your muse.