Vintage Moon Studio

My Life. Unplugged.

   

Dream cottage at ocean's edge

  

Morning coffee

 

Seawall garden

 

Lost in fields of yellow

 

Spiked sea treasures

 

Spiked land treasure

 

2 happy amigos

 

Day's end catch

 

Hidden

 

Twilight lullaby

 

After the storm

 

Unplugged.

 

journaling and found poetry

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Acrylics, ink, paper  7 x 10  journal spread

After the rains...

 

 

 

        Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

by Mary Oliver

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.