She couldn’t afford
The stairway to heaven
So there it was
Floating weightless
Just beyond the reach of those
Born too low, or fallen too far
She couldn’t afford
The stairway to heaven
So there it was
Floating weightless
Just beyond the reach of those
Born too low, or fallen too far
Artist and creator
Of worlds fantastic
And unimagined
By lesser gifts, as mine
Nostalgia
Mixed with quirkiness
Leavened by wit
And insight
This insight says as much
About my own life
As about art
Acts of creation, both
My eye wants to take in the “5”
To follow curves
Explore hard edges
Take in textures
Time for new growth
On naked branches
Spring is come