redorgray: 05.11

dancing with the clouds

gazing upwards from the yard to the west as the wind picks up
feeling the humid rhythm of the raindrops
clouds begin to move across the sky

as I turn to go . a group of clouds to the east move to the beat of a different breeze
I pause in the yard with arms outstretched . a standing ovation to the sky

21

I keep greeting cards for a very long time . then one day I fashion them into a simple bird

as the day begins . end of the week arrives . embrace the words on this recycled card

when you are restless . if you are celebrating . always in good company

remember

with
two feet
on the ground

simply
wrapped
in strength

as the work week begins I am stalling . wishing it away

before dropping the freshly washed fruit into the canvas bag

the slice reveals a beauty that is always there

especially on a rainy monday morning

20

my youngest was home from college in a whirlwind

between unpacking ... then packing once more

I created this card to place in her suitcase

5 days home . now off to a summer job

living with older sister . adventure

good memories to be made

in week twenty as well

tender hearts

one blue egg

city icons

last week today

a simple yellow bloom with soft gray green leaves

became a daily respite through camera lens

barely reaching bud seen on day one

amid shadows and rain storm midweek

to blooms wide open in sunshine

the ebb and flow of my week

settled in a garden

I will be away from my computer for a time . tending to the garden of life

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from life's intense colors . to soft light white

we dwell

in quick trips to the shoreline

in the beauty of mortar and brick

with friends perched in our own backyard

swept away

bristles of the broom stitched . bound . well worn

hold comfort as it sways across the quiet porch

a soothing rhythm of earth . leaves . twigs

piled softly with feelings of the day

in sight

angle
silver
light
motion
life
height
minimal
still
bright
strong
depth
curve

18

my mother was an artist . she personified the word unconditional

I open a yellowed folder with a collection of her paintings in all stages

it is a joy for me to create with a part of one . a wall hanging with thoughts of her

soft watercolor birds with stitched cloth wings in her signature colors . soft and natural

twigs are added . mom declared nature held a special place in all types of art

no links this week just a special wish . if you are a mother . or not

feel unconditional love . on mothers day . on every day