Sunday, February 17, 2013

...and on to Wednesday's class

In this class, we are almost done with our altered board books.  I always have the dream to put my poetry into a book and so here I have done so, illustrating in collage one of the last poems that I wrote for Tuesday's poetry class.

The elm's icy fingers pointed upward toward whence it came...


We knew it was coming just as sure as the calendar page turns.

The grass frozen in its dance with last night's wind...   waits

And the rising sun smiled on the horizon.

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