Heart,
I implore you,
it’s time to come back
from the dark
it’s morning,
the hills are pink
and the roses
whatever they felt
in the valley of the night
are opening now
their soft dresses,
their leaves
are shining.
Why are you laggard?
Sure you have seen this
a thousand times,
which isn’t half enough.
Let the world
have its way with you,
luminous as it is
with mystery
and pain –
graced as it is
with the ordinary.
Poem by Mary Oliver; 6×6 encaustic on panel, by me.
Just staarted to follow your beautiful blog.
I’ve posted an call to artists on my blog:ode to blue.
I’m wondering if you’re interested to participate…
What a nice compliment – thank you so much!!
Hello Lee,
Thank you for your beautiful submission. In my post next week, I will place your name beneath your work and then the title etc. What do you prefer, only Lee or…. ,( I don’t know your back name).
Best regards,
Eric