Against the Wind

In late autumn I cleaned some dead flowers from the garden.  The tempests had already begun: rain, wind and ice storms.    As I looked closer at the beaten chrysanthemums plants I began to see little people.  There were heads with wild dried-in-place hair, adults, and children.  I sketched the battered branches and then wrote the following poem:

Against the Wind

Chrysanthemums dry in the fall,
Face driving rain
And freeze in a windblown state.
Just like us sometimes.

But with God,
We bloom again!   

The Watchman, Zion's National Park

The Watchman, Zion's National Park

December 2016, Acrylic on paper.

In the private collection of Jared and Deborah Lee, Southern CA

Debi and her family, Eric and his family, and Rog and I enjoyed visiting Zion National Park again during our Thanksgiving vacation.  It never fails to amaze!