So it’s Sunday…..
My poem, “Toad” honors my neighbor who sleeps (during the day) in the pea gravel walkway near our front door.
Louise (pup) and I take long walks in a wildlife refuge near our home, We came upon a downed deer in a field last winter. My poem “Winter Cornfields” is my observation of the moment.
I started playing around with words during Covid. Trying my hand at poetry seemed a more natural way to spend my time than painting. Same objective - learning to see and deeply appreciate the nuances around us Like any creative process, it gives you a chance to see beyond yourself.