Looking at my quiescent left hand
My years stare back at me
A lover of gardens and botany, land
I’ve connected to bee, bird, tree
Was it worth it, you ask?
Damage done by the sun?
I learned God and I are One
Walking briskly along city streets
Surrounded by energy, life
Sudden citrus scent brought by the breeze
I relax, release tears-tension-strife
Sweet lemons remind: I survived!
Freedoms, pleasures are mine to enjoy
I thwarted your plan to destroy
Dear Friends and Fellow Poets & Artists,
I am considering featuring a prompt here on my blog and would benefit from your input and suggestions.
The premise is simple:
Here is where I need your help:
By the way… I’d appreciate your sharing this post with others. The more input I get, the better I can align the regular post to the majority of needs.
Outside kitchen window
One of three
Feeds bird and bee
Spied from kitchen window
Sun’s last rays
Pink, gold, maize
Demand my gaze
Inside kitchen window
Hands in sink
Can’t help think
I AM in sync
* I love my new house. I can watch the sun set from both my studio and the kitchen. No matter where I am, the evening sky gifts me with color, wonder.
Pot and brushes
Charcoal on white
Shaded layers and shadows
Ever so simple
Never simple as it seems