Carving

left in a doorway
the simple offering of
a small jade Buddha

the slanting sun-
putting to bed the
last work of the day

Blank

staring deep into
an empty sheet of paper
conjuring the muse

winter’s canvas-
a palette of pine
and fresh snow

Figurehead

sandals dangling
water lapping at her thighs
her lover, the sea

billowing white clouds
salty ocean mists
kiss her face

Southern

lacy spanish moss
draping across Savannah’s
majestic live oaks

wooden rocking chair
under a porch fan
tatting doilies

Paper

fine handmade Washi
creased and folded into art
by talented hands

watching the birth
of an origami
lobster

Aurora

coruscating veils
of yellow, purple, and green
midnight in Norway

pebbled skin
perfectly
camouflaged

Iron

toiling at the fire
sweat rolls off the smithy’s face
and turns into steam

wide oak boughs
shadows
cross the forge

Daydreaming

the spinning wheel turns
fingers idly making thread
while the mind wanders

adrift
on a sea
of imagination

details

the weathered old man
makes peace with the universe
tending his bonsai

fiddlehead ferns-
seeking god in
the golden ratio

Heat

deep in the furnace
liquid glass, hotter than fire
waits for the artist

blown glass…
a moment
frozen in time