Pink Forest Sunrise

About three years back I painted this, "Pink Forest Sunrise". It was a real trek through the Pennsylvania woods with three nieces. They insisted I had to see the sun come up over the ridge; I'm glad I did.

Winter's child

Winter's child goes out to play 
breathes in deep the crisp air; stay! 
Snowy drifts hide the playful steps 
of winter's child with no regrets. 


Many birds will greet with song 
while winter's child just tags along. 
Catching flakes upon her tongue 
lovely child has just begun. 


Trekking through the trees so green 
life seems small; an endless seam. 
Dance and play; don't miss a thing. 
Winter's child is here 'til spring.