Through My Window

one twiggy icicle

a slender naked branch

winter blossom dying

as it is born

in the cradle of the sun

Poem and photo by Elizabeth W. Seaver

My Window

I am so happy to have a window in my studio for the first time in five years. I had no idea how much I missed it. I can see and hear the rest of the world all day long as I work. Lovely. Now, if the sun would just show itself again....

Notice my new jade plant brought to me by Aunt Bev and Unc Joe to celebrate the opening of Water Street Studio last week.

I promise, I am trying not to kill it--picture proof.