Purple drifting fluff
Dappled pockets of blue sky
Pink slides of wispy.
Art Prescription: What do you want out of life? As the sun set while I watched it occurred to me that there is only one sun in this whole wide world. There is also only one of me, and only one of you. The rhythm of life is precious!
A blanket of brown
Gives way to Spring Beauties and
Periwinkle blooms.
Art Prescription: Early spring ephemeral wild flowers are starting to bloom in the woods. Early, but exciting. Go see…
Yellow sun rests while
Grey steady rain falls misting
Gracious thirsty green.
Art Prescription: Welcome to my new followers! I’m so glad you are here. Do you write haiku? If so email me and I’ll share.
A walk in a light rain reveals tulip and daffodil leaves peaking from the ground. Wrens and robins bouncing about. Fun to include that energy in art.
Sing sweetly song bird
Call out for your life, future
Build your nest with love.
Art Prescription: If you listen daily now you can hear the calls of song-birds in the wind. It’s fun to learn the different calls.
If this was your last
Day what would you choose to do?
Why are you waiting?
Art Prescription: Life is precious! The end.
Chi, qi, energy
Spirit, breath, soul, full of life
Heart, hope, loveliness.
Art Prescription: February is in the air! Embrace those you love!
Bare branches, ripe buds
New growth, fresh blossoms, coatless
January day.
Art Prescription: It’s fun to notice all the different shapes and sizes of buds. Some are round, some have fur, others are pointed. All contain new life!
Fly onto my page
Song birds sing sweetly of spring
Wings, light, and laughter.
Art Prescription: Try something new. I’m playing with collage!
In the wind frogs sing
Grasses and leaves whisper spring
Spirit stirs the soul.
Art Prescription: Take a long walk and listen. At Mason Farm, our favorite place to nature walk, the cool breeze of winter is giving way to the mating calls of frogs. Each time we visit there is always something different happening. It’s a magical place.
Sam Dyer’s Haiku
Leaves rustle in time
To cool wind across my face
Spirit of spring near.
Nap. Sleeping? he said.
No, dreaming of colors and
Imagining it!
Art Prescription: Rest your body and allow the imagination to play!
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