to me, the seagulls are always connected with the river in winter–
resting on the frigid wind currents–
crying out in the deep allegheny valley
that carries their haunting echoes upriver
Winter Seagulls
Tag Archives: art
These things in my sketchbook lately
inky, bold succulents
pasted pen-drawn hydrangea petals
a sketched tulip
little white pumpkin outlines
penciled and delicately inked birds
images of wildflower bundles
hand drawn letters
a pressed maple leaf
Art
nature—
my favorite artist
These Things Lately
the afternoon sun in long, slim sheets
wet earth and buds on trees
a book on the art of Andrew Wyeth
two hawks flying in the field together
Sixty Years On by Elton John
memories of Ohio farmlands
turtles in the mud
Suzanne’s Garden
A friend with a garden, is a very good friend to have.
Hopeful
Baked cauldrons wait to be filled.
The echo of their emptiness
rings with hopeful meloncholy.
Museum Moment
You looked cold and wistful on the raised platform.
I wanted to touch your solid hand, but was discouraged
by the security cameras protecting your solitary stance.
