24″ x 24″
right side of diptych (48″ x 24″)
Acrylic on canvas
In the winter woods
my little dog stops
intent upon his business
while I wait.
Look up
between the trees
spaces that hold glistening
diamond dusted air
stirred by a breeze
breath of bird and tree and air itself
How could we question what
we are for
where we belong
what we are made of
as long as there is a moment
of this
of standing in woods
in diamond dusted air