last week today
a simple yellow bloom with soft gray green leaves
became a daily respite through camera lens
barely reaching bud seen on day one
amid shadows and rain storm midweek
to blooms wide open in sunshine
the ebb and flow of my week
settled in a garden
I will be away from my computer for a time . tending to the garden of life
swept away
bristles of the broom stitched . bound . well worn
hold comfort as it sways across the quiet porch
a soothing rhythm of earth . leaves . twigs
piled softly with feelings of the day
18
my mother was an artist . she personified the word unconditional
I open a yellowed folder with a collection of her paintings in all stages
it is a joy for me to create with a part of one . a wall hanging with thoughts of her
soft watercolor birds with stitched cloth wings in her signature colors . soft and natural
twigs are added . mom declared nature held a special place in all types of art
no links this week just a special wish . if you are a mother . or not
feel unconditional love . on mothers day . on every day
few in shadow
I pause planted in the shadows
dappled by a quiet sun
smile as my gaze turns towards the windows of my studio
eyes rest on cat . reflections . open hand . no words needed
in the shadows with emily this day ....
17
a friend
has a list that you relate to
visits your space to check out birds
at times create in soft grey tones
is swept away on a breeze
homecoming
a glance up with a smile each time I pull into the garage
passing under the colorful climbing vine
that has made a springtime home
encouraging me to keep climbing
holding on to the cracking wood and textured bricks that make up life
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
