A bird on his perch
Beckons spring and a new nest
He just needs a mate.

A bird on his perch
Beckons spring and a new nest
He just needs a mate.
It’s spring-like weather
Flocks of birds sing high in pines
Nature marches on.
Pure instinct, the flight
The wave of wing to his mate
And the nest begins.
Art Prescription: My chickadee batch fledged. And now a pair of blue birds are claiming the box. I adore seeing them messaging each other with subtle wing waves.
Index card with graphite and colored pencil:
A blue bird of hope
Lives within the open heart
Ready to take flight.
Art Prescription: My chop says, “hope,” or “rare expectation” in Chinese.
Watercolor:
Cold front moving in
Wind whips tree branches, rattles
Blue birds hunker down.
Art Prescription: What a fuss? Blue birds claiming territory so early? Perhaps a warm box seems like a good idea!
Watercolor
Gentle falls the snow
Birds perch, shake off now and then
Sunflower seed, gone!
Art Prescription: Lovely snow and lucky my job does not require me to leave my cozy nest. When I worked as a nurse in the hospital, I used to go no matter what. Thank you to all the workers who are out there trying to keep people safe. The beautiful colors of the birds stands out against the stark white. Here is a sketch I will color tomorrow…stay tuned.