There is a glass window to the forest
we see our last days here
winter is mild about us now
the low cool gone
the blankets stripped back
revealing what we should have
we always forget the leaves
that came and went
the branches bare and struggling
to find their breath
I know spring will come
and breathe life into our days too
fact’s happy speech!
So I will enjoy this lingering winter
before the sun’s white gold
takes our sorrow.
by shona cole
Check out these photos of a decaying Detroit!
And this beautiful blog, Jean Jean Vintage.
I will be taking some classes at Art Unraveled in March. I am going to learn about using resin on paper and a few other classes too.