sun flower still

in a vintage pot . on the patio . a year dried

stilled by time and elements beauty remains

thirty three

what to do when words are torn yet undecided
cream and russet paper . raveling cloth wings . breath solace
rejoice . knowing that week ending . is soft rest beginning



resting in a memory of rain . morning stillness . aimlessly strolling

as week 33 of simple birds . simple words comes to an end

a bird of cream will wing its way in the mail to one of you

a name will be drawn in a few days . blessings

black and white

school has begun . my time is not my own . missing you



.

thirty two

preparing for another spirited year as a music teacher

creating happy simple birds for a small shop

packing youngest off to university . again

be still

hums inside my mind

in moments of soft grass

glorious red rock views . art found in a meadow

it will be quiet in this space . a time of transition . blessings all

a moment . natural lines . limestone . wound wire . soft words . angular edges

...

on any day

we are

open and closed

direct yet subtle

focus when blurred

upright while bowed

thirty one

a collection of wispy brown in late light

lightweight cardboard kept . always for a simple bird

a rich plaid raveling wing . sienna smooth twig

and grace . always and forever collect some . it holds me

tucked close to the heart . all wound and wrapped with silver wire

as I continue to collect year long links . a special way to end each week

a soft journal like no other

natural moments captured with film

collecting snips in bloom with words to match

hanging on brick

deep rust . weathered wood . mottled brick . missing parts

each one a daily reminder to embrace life no matter the age or patina

not a mirage

two birdbaths ... kept full each day

too hot ... record days over one hundred degrees

two visitors ... appear most evenings to soak

too funny ... makes doing dishes entertainment

thirty

as I type this . she sleeps in her old room

almost grown one who has been away all summer

has now breathed fresh air and polka dots into our home







as week thirty [wow] ends of simple bird project

wishing you a special moment . dots included

along with a lavender harvest

a grand view . life in song

golden

thinking through
the cracked wood of every day
to smooth and stable . wrapped and held



found unraveling among the weeds alongside Imperfect Prose