A winter Robin
Sings in the crape myrtle tree
Whispering spring signs.
Even in the heart of winter, nature reassures us that spring will come.

A winter Robin
Sings in the crape myrtle tree
Whispering spring signs.
Even in the heart of winter, nature reassures us that spring will come.
A winter snow storm
Makes her approach, and spring buds
Greet the arrival.
Art Prescription: Even in the stark of winter, the signs of spring are there.
Watercolor and pen and ink on watercolor paper with my chop:
Electric fence clicks
Cardinals chip, in gloaming
Evening hay run.
Art Prescription: I adore the sound of horses happily chomping on hay. As the sun sets on the farm, there is much atmosphere.
Index card with watercolor and my chop that says, “hope.”
Dragonfly sits still
Air heavy, humid, summer,
Crows gather, pine tops.
Art Prescription: Went for a ride on Tobacco Road Trails. Yep, it’s hoT!
8 1/2 x 11 watercolor
Crows watch from above
As one by one rows of corn
Disappear, harvest.
Art Prescription: And so the tall leafy corn once again returns to the soil, the precious seed harvested.
Index card with watercolor and my chop that says “hope”