I don’t often get in the mood to write poetry, but this time of year it sometimes happens. Not sure what it is, perhaps the approach of mid-winter, perhaps the shifted angles of light.

Wild Ozark™
Nature is a savage muse. I forage the rocks and make watercolor paintings from Her wild Ozark pigments.
[…] An Ode to Nature […]
This is beautiful, Madison. Almost spiritual! 🙂