ImagineII

Old Things

Back Then

Acrylic Inks

Forty Years Worth

Edible

September Leaving

September Leaving

This is a day to walk the land,

gather seeds in a circle

to make a mandala for grouse

and quail, infuse it with magic

for broods that come after.

A day to love in the respite

of high harvest light, fill larders

with color for pale winter days.

When remembering Mabon,

I laugh and weep, call to canvas

each evensong, each morning refrain,

every image of brief sweet marriage.

Mannequin

Blue

Multi-Tasker

Night Women