Turbulent winds of color
changing seasons
fragile
like old clothes on a clothesline
left to dry too long
lifeless
heir to the voice.
Free
seeds of choice
to grow again
on the voice.
As summer marches on with a quickening pace, I feel the urge to capture as much life force out of it as I can. Being in my gardens as much as I have time for is something that is always at the top of my 'to do' list, me and the dog and the wind. I feel blessed at this time of my life to able to stay at home and work...and watch...to finally enjoy the seasons of my life. Giving more and taking less gives one a sense that all is well in the circle of life... to be part of the wind.
