Looking for a directionbut the way was blockedthe carefully manicured pathnot for the likes of me Then the snow cameand the tree lined pathbore no tracks of passersbyand I was not brave enough to try So I waited, as the seasons changedbut Spring bought floodingand the way was more treacherous yet –Inside I remain, resigned […]
Cast my shadow over white banks/ assert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted places / and colour in the monochrome Haunted by a winter state of mind / resolved to stretch despite chill. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: illustrate a favourite quote or poem. Of course, I chose a poem of my own: Seasonal Defiance, originally published […]
Wind’s tongue ice-tippedrock resists and pine trees bow –Winter warmed by ink (Haiku inspired by Seasons Words: Springwater holds warmth.) When sitting up to paint is not an option, I appease my creative urge with ink and paper. Starting with a single line, I let the image appear on the page. This one reminds me of a […]
It is not the road –smoothly pavedand well defined –that entices It is the luminous,numinous – darknesssurrendering to light –expansive sky Renders me humblebreathless, mesmerized –imagination and desirecraving flight (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: cloudy or stormy day)
“Uhm, what happened to the path?” asks the deer. “Best to stick to the fence line, I’ve discovered,” responds the cow. (For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: with animals) Another note: Speaking of directions, I’ve made a conscious decision to stay out of the divisive discourse – too mucky and not at all healing for the […]
What you can’t see are the falls – the water drops off literally below those birds’ feet. I suppose with the knowledge that wings can save you, there is nothing risqué about standing on the edge. (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge : On the Edge)