night forest

i painted through the night
forest shimmering,
predawn blue
dissolving into light

primavera 48 x 66 inches

the new forest green love
blasted through wind and rain love
all swaying grace love
you shimmer in sun again

you can be my angel, love
true love's hard to find

the flights of love
the forbidden love
the sharing and the hidden love
the drowning in your sorrows love
the never and forever love

you can be my angel love
true love's hard to find

the sacred and profane
the wind calls out your name
painting the refrain love
knowing that it's pure love
the looking for the cure love

you can be my angel love
true love's hard to find

the hesitation of
yesterday's shivering
has turned to
radiant love
light coming through
the unfolding spring green
of hop hornbeam
at arm's length
in gentle contrast to the
to the more muted
mixture with rusty orange
emerging maple
above

a spare battery for the camera would be handy.
to day's challenge is to get a truck load of scrap metal to the dump.

you?

interactive self reliance

I was thinking about sailing, being
interactive with natural forces and
wondered if the idea came from
being in woods
in the snow
cutting firewood

moss relinquishes the sky
to the flowers and ferns of the forest floor
and to the budding leaves of the canopy
in the over-lapping cycles
of season's change
to the life of trees
to wind and water
carrying away
the limestone
again

this misty morning
white-tailed deer emerged
woven into the forest's edge
appearing in movement
and dissolving again
into stillness

the child-like joy
in sharing discoveries
whether ecstatic or frightening
includes the surreal.
captured through lucid dreaming
an expression from that place
will be an artifact to share
a different facet of
yourself


moon through the trees
spring's opening leafs
maple flowers will fall
tomorrow