Raindrops cover my windshield,
distorting my view of the old
warehouse
ahead of me...
I sit back & listen
to the gentle
pitter patter
of the autumn shower...
Brightly colored leaves
stick to the dripping windows
of my jet-black
car...
It's been two or three
months since I chose
to move out of my
little cottage of a
house
and start living out of
my little
Mitsubishi mirage,
couch hopping
from one side of
town to the next,
from city to city,
rarely sleeping in
the same place
two nights in a
row...
My back seat is
filled with canvases,
easels & paint...
my studio being
parks, homes,
or wherever
I happen to be
at the moment...
My trunk holds
the little leather
suitcase I
carried with me
to Africa this past
April...
There is something
magical
about this morning
as I look through the
droplets crowding
my window...
the bright colors
of fall
against the dark,
grey skies
bringing forth
nourishment
for the earth
& renewal
for my soul.
