This still needs some tumbling but here it goes for now: April’s heavy clouds, oppose fluorescent maples bright yellow willows with sun or no the trees above rich greens first sparks no heat yet a welcome light
Well into April, the morning is light pouring up from wet ground, shining as tall ancient trees which shone out silver and gold across a newer world. Now these lesser trees, though leafless gleam bright in slanted day. The willows … Continue reading →
In the palette, the paint puddles, ultramarine and sienna to make a pool of clouds waiting to float across the paper dense and wind-feathered The sky always comes first the blue, not matter the shade, brushed in where there are … Continue reading →
There was stuff going on today, Easter, News, stuff, all kinds of stuff. So here we go at the last minute! The water in the glass is clear conforming perfectly and perfect in its clarity playing tricks with light. Perhaps … Continue reading →
One of the more recent changes in the world… While I’m talking, your eyes, lowered, never look at me. I’m not sure you are listening at all but you occasionally nod. At me? I’m uncertain. You speak but not to … Continue reading →
You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.
