skill of hand writing
the pen glides over the page
lost art from the past?
Indian summer
a glorious time of year
blessed with warm fall days
meteor shower
shooting stars through crisp fall air
natures fireworks
the apple orchard
bursting with fresh fruit to pick
its time to harvest
the old harvest moon
hangs in the inky black sky
lighting up the night
every shade of blue
not a cloud in the big sky
it feels like summer
heat is stifling
ice tea, sunglasses, cool pool
help take the edge off
asleep in the sun
red as a boiled lobster
yep, that’s gonna hurt
standing by the gate
waiting for your arrival
summer light fading
scent, colour, sound, touch
my mother’s flower garden
feast for the senses
outline of mountains
across the perfect clear sky
oh! to be outside
mountains silent, still
what was white is now pale pink
the winter sunset
the earth awakens
gentle rains, warm spring sunshine
flowers are blooming
summer at the lake
endless blue – sky and water
mountains peeking through
silently dancing,
whirling, twirling all around
leaves fall to the ground
Hidden in tall grass
I found a small empty nest
Hoping they come back
Strong, dark, liquid joy
Motivation in a cup
Glorious coffee!
Inside the sculpture
Circle of shadow and light
Framing the blue sky
*Artwork in featured image is from the Sculpture titled Vascular form V, “Orientation” by Foon Sham at the Franconia Sculpture Park in Shafer, Minnesota.
Still pool runs cold, deep
Where trout swim and jump and sleep
My secret to keep
Hiking Willow Creek
Climb above the precipice
Watch the waterfall
Bleached by the bright sun
This door remains latched and closed
To be left alone
Can’t say it enough,
Grateful for you every day,
Thank you to my mom!
