by pbsartist | Oct 24, 2025 | OPENstudio
the world can sometimes take my breath away I’d forgotten this 58 years on and things seems to be balanced on provision and enough yet today walking the dog a rote route we both memorized long ago instead of listening with buds popping I saw the yellow finches...
by pbsartist | Oct 22, 2025 | OPENstudio
I step out ready to step back inmy instinct has become to cautionyet her surprised presence was bedecked in delight my squirrels would love theseshe exclaimed the sunflowers bowing between ustheir regal heads stalwart on lean necksturned toward...
by pbsartist | Oct 20, 2025 | OPENstudio
the netted scrim catches my hair again I bat away the threads of this invisible intruder as if I were here first oh what wonder when it is not an intrusion that thing that dew does when it gets stuck in a spiders web sunlight diamonding off the petals of a new summer...
by pbsartist | Oct 18, 2025 | OPENstudio
these days obsessed by light the possibility to leverage is uncertain all the beautiful dawns the days in this sun remember the lights casts this image just right these days of air lit up the brightness itself a very thing the golden ripeness the wide expanse of time...
by pbsartist | Oct 16, 2025 | OPENstudio
the blanket it rests folded just sowhen I lift it from the arm I tell myself to note its shapethis gentle drape means somethingso I take it up with care cover the shivering limbsand feel my heart reach out a bit furthertenderly attentive to this borrowed...
by pbsartist | Oct 14, 2025 | OPENstudio
living in my own skin instead of a wish or a dream or a hope not even a get to the right now me my life stepped out across this mountain ridge a brush a paint pail a dog once I finish lunch a beer the fly that found its way through the open door not caring that...
