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16 x 12 inches

Mixed media on Arches paper

Laserprint on tissue paper*




The Flowers  

The rose, the iris, even

a silly daisy is a whim of

nature that colors your gardens

with shapes and shades

more intricate than a mandala.


We are the bees’ buffet

with greenery that sips light,

exhales your air yet our beauty

leaves you breathless.


The perennials whisper,

“Earth is warmer now.”

The seasons lost their rhythm

under solar glare. Early

heat coaxes us awake.


We spring forth

before a freeze finds its way north

before snow waters us with melt.

It dusts us with confusion.


At least, grow us organically.

We thrived long before

you had chemicals.  


*Irregularities in the text are due to the delicate nature of working with text on tissue paper. 

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