" Art washes the dust of daily life off our souls ... L'art lave notre âme de la poussière du quotidien " (Pablo Picasso)
the tic tac of clouds across busy autumn skies announcing winter
laughter like blue skies swings fighting for victory summer breeze at noon
heart frozen by fear drops of laughter slowly thaw until life again
purple as night black sorrow digs fallows so deep the moon stops shining
silent the whisper through flurries of busy days of a life reborn.
dans la neige bleue un bruit soudain s'estompe. rien. chante encore rouge gorge
Grey today....Aujourd'hui gris ... light grey though it is rain and thunder though it was sunshine there will be