yet the spot to rest remains
my catalpa stands tall
and the wild wooly yard
pushes beloved bulbs
through melting snow
o my dear humble cherished
I signed up for a poem swap---pariticipants were to choose
a poem and carve an image for it.
Much as I love carving, I find these editions
of 20 plus, exhausting, and i think this
will be my last. I think I can do 10 comfortably
maybe even 15 but I'm huffing and puffing
on the way to 26.
I had another poem and another image and started
another carve.... that was more about winter.
But this poem arrived and I sketched something beside it,
with my purple pen.
Then I did a pencil sketch
Then I drew on the block
And here's a test print.
I thought i might carve leaves for the trees...
and stamp the green....but
I don't know, depends on energy