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
Ginny and I had a chat this morning, before I fed them all and went out to paint. Morning Chat With Cat Don’t worry. I love you. It’s OK. Someday, we’ll both be old. But today is not that day.
Grey stubble of trees along the river fuzz along the ridges waiting for spring clouds grey above, water steel hills dark, trees bare and shaking in the hard wind of today we’re all trembling, waiting for spring praying for strength … Continue reading →
Today’s National Poetry Day – take a poem to lunch! Continue reading →
I saw the twists of lilies of the valley coming up by the diner this morning and remembered the side yard of my paternal grandparent and my father’s aunt and uncle’s house. Lilies of the Valley By the steps, bound … Continue reading →
Style is knowing who you are, what to say, and not giving a damn.
