When things are too hard
to take, take to creation
within and without.
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ART THERAPY& Haiku
FEEL THE BLUE
The natural world continues to create beauty, even if only within my mind on cold wintry days with snow flurries slowing the garden’s awakening. This nation will awaken. The ranks of the woke will increase. Blue-bliss will overcome blood-red. Our nation will flourish again with diverse gardens to delight every sense, and remind us of the endless possibilities of a free people, One Nation out of Many. Let this painting give you hope and bring you a measure of peace today.
COLORFUL GRACE
Nature is a generous patron, and quite witty
She paints our world and makes it pretty
with a variety of colors, none like another.
Yet, each color is sister and brother
on the wide spectrum of light
which turns us away from night.
Not content to withhold her grace
She asks each of us to simply embrace
All the colors of our world,
all the joy her works unfurl.
She asks us to find our own space
among the wonders she has put in place.
GREY SKIES
Grey days may appear
to cloud freedoms, far and near.
Don’t give in to fear.
Think as Spring draws near
of all that you hold most dear.
Peace and beauty shall appear.
ABUNDANT CHANGE
Hope is in the soil beneath our feet
Ready to grow seeds in the lengthening days
Until beautiful souls flower and fill our needs.
SELF SOOTHE
This is my most recent project. I hope it soothes your soul and cheers your heart during these stressful days.
SPRING WILL COME AGAIN
It has always been
understood and too often
forgotten. Spring comes.
LATE SUMMER DAZE
The shades of summer pull slowly closed.
Sun drops quietly behind.
Shadows lengthen across grass carpets
moistened by the dew of cool nights
and warm days peaking through.
Autumn is on her way to paint
hot colors against cool blue skies.
Summer still lingers behind the shade
ready to surprise
with summer heat intent
on a hot reprise.
POETS
Beyond the words is a place
every writer longs to be.
There, where unvarnished truth
resides alongside unlimited expression.
Poets would take you on the journey
beyond the words.
The path is not straight.
The path cannot be seen.
The path can only be felt.
The path takes one beyond
the land of dreams
and thoughts unscreened
to the place nothing seems.
In nothingness all lives.
Every possibility sounds out
silently.
The song cannot be heard.
The song can only be felt.
Until nothing erupts quietly
and words return
surprising me.
Art flows not from the poet.
Art flows through the poet
from that place
beyond the words
where all art resides.
The journey is within.
annarino writes 