Why Write.....
Ponderings--daily poems from my hexagon shaped cabin overlooking a lovely trout pondIf I could paint, each day I’d be at my easel painting what I think I see across the pond, or if I could carve, each day I’d peel away the wood and find the loon, or heron or duckling and try to get the wing just right, or if I played the violin, or flute, or mandolin I’d make up music to say what words can’t say, and play for anyone out there who will listen. So, every day I search for words that paint and carve and sing...