Autumn’s Fancy

Autumn’s full of flair,
Shaking out her crimson hair,
Fancy, she sipped tumblers filled
With sunlight that in summer spilled,
And now she beams while letting go
Ablaze before the fall.

Woodpecker

The woodpecker way,
Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden,
Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness
But to get through layers
Where necessary nourishment lives,
One feeding the other,
In the movement a transference
Of information,
Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic
Dancing to a drilling drum beat
The woodpecker way.

Summer Sun

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
~ Maud Hart Lovelace

Summer days, spinning around, blooming. Here we are at the precipice of another celestial event, solstice: the one that happens in summer. That moment when the sun is in its zenith above the Northern Hemisphere, the light is highly potent, the giant in the dark sleeps still, and the cycle moves with manifestation showing face all around. Lush growth, warm rain showers, now is the time of the flowering dance, the pruning glance, appreciating beauty alive. Continue reading “Summer Sun”

Book of Flowers

I began working on this book a few weeks ago.  Started with papers partially painted and collaged from over the year along with ribbons and salvaged lace from the girls petticoats poked one too many times by thorns, brambles, and twigs on forays into the woods.  While cleaning out closets, found a box of blouses given by my aunt years back, so added those to the mix of materials; one big repurposing creative venture!

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