New artwork, called "Winter" - My art seems to run a season or two behind (or maybe ahead):
I woke
With the cold Moon
Inside my head,
And She moved me
From there
To here.
Birds mix and fly.
Tree fingers scrape the sky,
Bringing clouds down
To my short breath.
Frozen river voice
Sings and bubbles.
Nature walks slowly
And the fay do too.
Life is loss and
Life is gain.
I love you all.
As I lay my body down
Stars push against each other,
While the first flowers fall
From my eye and mouth.
