Tag: poetry

Where Mossy Things Grow Watercolor

Deep in a dark moist forest, it lives where the mossy things grow. It needs rain… it needs time… a little bit of quiet… and a secret spot to sprout. Hiding in a crevasse, surrounded by lush green carpet, it tries not to call…

Unfailing Hope Autumnal Watercolor

The way loss of autumn leaves is not a reason to fret. The way nakedness of tree is no cause for alarm. The way color drains from grass is not a concern. The way summer birds disappear is not anguish. For hope in things…

Autumn Fog Watercolor

50°F Fog Sitting before the clearing open land distant autumn trees array like wallpaper. Fog descends along with my thoughts. Something about the clearing allows the thoughts to linger. A heavy idle. As darkness falls regret whispers taunting me with should have dones. Agony…

Autumn Begins Watercolor

And so it begins… Time cannot be undone. And the leaves cannot go back on the trees. But we can still move forward hand in hand with our Everlasting Father as He carries our hurts. Amen.

Safe Space Watercolor

Weathered but strong for the moment A safe space made by man. Time and the elements will destroy But God in the heart of man, a safe space forevermore. For no force against can deploy. My watercolor was made from this picture I took…

Melting Snow at Crabapple Lake Watercolor

Crabapple Lake Morton Arboretum Lisle, IL The midday sun did its best to melt the snow, But only the hilltops relented, exposing green of grass. Did remaining snow call in clouds for help? Thaw on pause… For now. The day before Thanksgiving my workplace…

Weathered Nesting Box Watercolor

Weathered Shelter, the defense against elements. From scorch of sun to bite of frost; From blast of wind to deluge of cloudburst This haven worn by diligence, Protects. Nature does not relent, Sweet but fierce, Power by intent. Some say the signs are in…

Rainy Autumn Morning Watercolor

Raindrops pummeling onto the concrete outside my window awakens me from a deep sleep. My eyes open, but I do not want to move. This time is to be treasured. I will not let that voice which asks, “What time is it?”, steal this…

Struggling Spring Sketch

Spring 2014 A struggle to wiggle free from winter’s grasp As any warm day is promptly choked And spring relents, refusing to quarrel Aloof in reverie… Are not the wildflowers underground awaiting? Awake spring for good! Gather your strength. Attack with your might. Alleviate…

Tender Devotion Watercolor – Winter Tree

The light changes and you catch yourself holding your breath. A fiery glow in the horizon…enthralling. Its ending presentation a hot display quietly turns into a mauve hush. Oh quickly went the dusk that took my tender devotion; Can we meet again tomorrow? Over…