It won’t be long now
Before drapes of purple blooms
Curtain the roadside.
Art Prescription: I know he saw his shadow…but one can wish.
Watercolor work in progress…

It won’t be long now
Before drapes of purple blooms
Curtain the roadside.
Art Prescription: I know he saw his shadow…but one can wish.
Watercolor work in progress…

Leaves gather on ground
Float on by, hit my windshield
And it’s still ninety.
Art Prescription: Fall comes in subtle.
Index card with watercolor, pen and ink, and my chop that says “hope”
