Tuesday, November 17, 2020

That One (a poem)

That one
that tree there
speaks to me the day my mother died.
And the bird
perched in the middle of the chair
eyes me, hello, goodbye.
Du frecher Matz!
Spatz, es geht weiter -
immer weiter.

Monthly Art: November 2020

Three Windows SOLD
Watercolor on paper
9" high x 12"