BECOMING THE WIND

In the garden

the sun passed the day to the moon

passionate night

turning to dawn

The never ceasing ripple

of the creek water passing

as the birch leaves clap

you stroll with me

Through the meadow

the gentle sway of the grass

as the golden finches dart

we walk our path

At the hilltop gazing

East our spring

South our summer

West our autumn

North our winter

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POEM - TRANSFERRENCE

Hold my hand

All I needed

You were there

Searching no further

Hold my hand

All I enjoyed

Time to breath

To our eternity

Hold my hand

All I had

Was winter’s return 

Being one

Hold my hand

All I wanted

In my life

Summer returned

Hold my hand

All I wished

A place together 

Sunshine never burned

Hold my hand

All I know

Risks of steps

Writing each page

Hold my hand

All I asked

A place and time

To your eternity

Hold my hand

All I have

Is winter’s return

Being one

Sara Bareilles "Gravity"

Art Experiment: Study 1

I am experimenting with incorporating Rudy’s feathers in paintings. Study 1

Nate's Meadow

My friend Nate gave me Maryland wildflowers to plant in the meadow next to my building.  I have seeded the meadow in the past with Black-eyed Susan seeds. When I told Nate about the meadow he gave me some indiginous plants that we both hope will spread.

Sunday morning walk in DC.