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…

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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”

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Evaporation

Into thin air! Where’s summer?

Time, she is a thief!

Art Prescription:  Anyone else feeling like you blinked your eyes and time has moved on? Perhaps this is one of the healing effects of art. You make a mark, there you have left evidence of your precious life!  Art moves us…

time is a thief