Reflections of an Artist – Book Two

I have a new book with my photographs and digital art and poems. Check it out at http://www.blurb.com/b/4821041-reflections-of-an-artist

Perhaps you have someone on your Christmas list that would appreciate the book.

My first “Reflections of an Artist” book of some of my paintings with poems is still available for sale. It contains some of the posts you have enjoyed on my blog.

Check it out at http://www.blurb.com/b/4218560-reflections-of-an-artist

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12 Days Before Christmas

On the twelfth day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

A flock of hungry Sparrows, it’s true.

  

On the eleventh day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

A frightened Opossum,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the tenth day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Ten Juncos feeding,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the ninth day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Nine Titmice hopping,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the eighth day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Eight Chickadees flying,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the seventh day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Seven sets of deer tracks,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the sixth day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Six squirrels a-nibbling,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the fifth day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Five Cardinals in the maple tree,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the fourth day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Four Blue jays calling,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the third day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Three Woodpeckers pecking,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

 

On the second day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

Two Mourning Doves,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

On the first day before Christmas, my backyard gave to me

A Wren, an empty bird-feeder,

And a flock of hungry sparrows, it’s true.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year,  and Happy Holidays to all my WordPress friends.

 

Tattered Butterfly

“Tattered Butterfly” – Photograph

Flitter about

Wings torn and tattered.

Flitter about

As if it not mattered

 

When I am old

Hope I can be

Half as

Energetic as he.

Hot Chocolate

Hot Chocolate - photograph

Hot chocolate,
     A cozy comfy chair,
It’s cold outside
     I’m glad I ‘m not out there.
Marshmallow showman
     Melting fast
I knew he
     Wouldn’t last.

Nothing better,
     I perceive,
Than hot chocolate
    On a cold winter’s eve.

Winter

Junco - Photograph

The wind doth blow and howl out there.
            I’m snug and warm inside.
If someone says I must go out
            I think I’ll go and hide.
The temperature’s been up and down
            A roller coaster ride.
Yesterday was so wet
            I’m very glad I dried.

Practicing V’s

Photograph

Honk, Honk. There they go
Running on the water so.
Lift-off, taking to the sky,
Flying so high,
Practicing their V’s.
 
Honk, Honk, keep up the pace.
Steady, now. This isn’t a race.
Drafting – the wind spreading
Even when changing heading.
Practicing their V’s.

Honk, Honk, another to lead.
Keep up the speed.
Tired one drops back
Fill in the slack.
Practicing their V’s.

How would it be
To run on the sea,
Take to the sky
Flying high,
Practicing our V’s?

A lesson to learn
Sharing concern,
Lighten the load, helping each other,
Friend, stranger, or brother
Practicing our V’s.

Honk, Honk, I’m behind you.
When you tire I will assist you.
Honk, Honk, we are together
Fair or stormy weather
Together let’s practice our V’s.

Photograph

Delicate Pink Velvet Stars

Photograph

The vine grows.
          dark green shinny leaves it bears
Reaching upward,
toward the ceiling of the room it shares.
 
It droops,
          then hangs from the weight of the leaves.
Another vine grows
          and stretches toward the light it sees.
 
Years you lie dormant
          hidden within the plant somewhere
Waiting,
          waiting to see, will anyone care?
 
Suddenly you appear
          As if from nowhere, you send out
A cluster of tiny buds.
          You’re starting to bloom, without a doubt!
 
I can’t contain
          the excitement of seeing you grow.
And then another.
          I am blessed by the coming show.
 
Slowly you grow
          larger and larger expanding.
Your petals open:
          delicate tiny stars,
          soft pink velvet,
          tinier star center – looking like wax,
Held together in a bouquet
hanging down. Attention demanding!
I can smell
          your distinct fragrance as it floats through the room.
I can tell
from a distance you are in full bloom.

After a while
you wither and die and fall to the floor too soon.
Sigh.
You leave behind a stub for the next time to bloom.

The vine grows.