Wild horses couldn’t
Drag me away from my world
We are all guests here.
Art Prescription: Sadly another dear furry friend left us, Lily. Peace be with her family.
My husband Sam, also wrote a haiku. These two cats were part of our lives and will be missed.
Ship sets sail and fades
Toward horizon, lost from view
Arrived to new plane
In memorium:
Lilly and Roo
Grief, like the ocean
Ripples or waves, knocks you down
River, salty tears.
Art Prescription: A sad day for me as a good feline friend left this world to another. She was a delight and my heart is a little broken. I pray for healing and recovery for her family.
Pink sneakers, white hat
Walk my path as sun settles
My Hearts-a-bustin.
Art Prescription: Euonymus americanus – Bursting Heart, Hearts-a-bustin’, Strawberry Bush.. E. americanus is a shrub with thin stems and opposing, shallowly serrated leaves. The bush grows from 4 to 6 feet tall. Fruit is a red 4-lobed capsule. Each lobe splits open in the autumn, giving the name Bursting Heart.
There are many days that we may feel our hearts are bursting, with joy, with praise, and with sorrow.
He holds her steady
She carries eight months in front
Soon will be strolling!
Art Prescription: Ah, the life cycle…went to the North Carolina Botanical Gardens today to sketch. This time of year the flowers are starting to go to seed, preparation for a new spring, new plants. The shapes and textures of pods are interesting. At some point I shall do a study of pods. For now the flowers are still in bloom, and the butterflies, moths, and hummingbirds are abundant…heaven.
Through the flower vase
The sun settles low. Night-time
Slinks in with the moon.
Art Prescription: Significant week in many ways…ready for night-time to slink in! A quick semi-abstract watercolor floral…art therapy for me!
Loneliness is not
Being only flower bud
But failure to bloom.
Art Prescription: The garden is ripe with buds and blooms and it occurs to me that to make a garden whole it takes many elements. The rain, the sun, the soil, birds, bees, and the instinctual element of life growing on despite any adversary. A tree fallen by a storm, will only grow upward with new branches. We humans get so attached to this one short life we live. If you relish in nature’s messages, you will be at peace with the whole. Four winds, Bev
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