Nature Grows Art

I find peace in soul-feeding art that is Nature-made: trees defleshed by time, stones caressed by sun and rain and snow… to be cairned by hands that love, love, love to write in bones that echo the wild song of leaves that can no longer tongue the wind.

Nature
grows art
out of death…
to delight the wild
living.

bloom and fruit
adorn my garden
before fall

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.