Sculptured Nature

When in my mind,

art dose form,

Everything becomes

but a dream.

 

Flipping, changing,

according to the

artist storm,

Beauty comes forth

with a clean seem.

 

The process of art

calms my form,

keeps me aligned

with a grander scheme.

 

Soul searching in the

midst of an artist's

thoughtful swarm,

Allows one to let out

the daydream.

 

Fall leaves on a beech chair, mirrored

 

Done