They call me Gypsy

  

 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.