This first one is a poem of renewal, rebirth. The second a whimsical short poem that came about when I glanced at a seashell one day when it was getting ready to snow outside. Let me gulp in great ragged breaths, fill my lungs to bursting with wet salt air, saturate my soul with peace. Clouds and Shells Snow clouds hover. Seashell on the table beckons.
Fingers curl around rough ridges.
Held to ear, the sea tells its story. Calls its wayward creatures home. I have done a series of angel paintings that I will eventually have made into greeting cards. This is just a sample of them. Millennium Angel was the first one I did, right before the turn of the new year.