Tuesday, April 28, 2015

"Cliff Song"      Watercolor
 Copyright 2015.  All rights reserved.


A Mary Oliver Poem

Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
     love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean-blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

April and Spring

Beautiful watercolors
Eve's Birthday Poppy





Watercolor Painting
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Here is a favorite poem of mine that I read every spring.  Beautiful.

FORSYTHIA
You said, take a few dry
sticks, cut the ends slantwise
to let in water, stick them
 in the old silver cup on the
dresser in the spare room and
wait for the touch of Easter.

But a cold wave protected the
snow, and the sap's pulse beat
so low underground I felt no
answer in myself except silence.

You said, winter breaks out in
flowers for the faithful and
today when I opened the door
the dry sticks spoke in little
yellow stars and I thought
of you.


Happy Birthday, Mom.