THE CURVE OF BLEEDING HEARTS

pristine heart untouched by pain,  opens itself up to give  its flowers WPC: CURVE

PURE

Crystalline waters reflecting mirrors of light so is a pure heart Whispering wind Quickens the spirit breath of life Scented breeze We breathe deeply the scent of pure souls. WPC:  Pure

WPC: SPARE

Bluets sweeten our spring visit to Maine.   It is always a delight to see the little white clumps of flowers amidst the sea of green.  It is amazing that though very little, they still manage to stand out and be noticed.  When I stoop down low to take a close look and snap some

Buttercups

Stars strewn on the ground God making a happy day Bobbing buttercups.

HYACINTH

spring wakes the senses winter buried in grey and ice with scent and color.

MUSCARI

  The beauty of spring – even tiny muscari gets the time to shine.

SPRING LULLABY

Out in the sunshine birds hopping on budding trees a spring lullaby

LOOKING FOR PERFECTION

  A field of pumpkins selecting the perfect one leaving with nothing

TODAY

Today is my home It’s where my heart goes back to when tomorrow comes. ~~~ Thanks, Sherri for the inspiration for this little piece. 🙂

LEAF CAUGHT ON A WIRE (for WPC: GRID)

Bind me, box me in the boundaries of your mind beyond the lines you   will find me greater than what you have known or have painted me to be.   ~~~~ For WPC: GRID