Birches

21/04/2013

Birches

 

I awoke

to the icy, freezing rains when the

birches are white,

stark sentinels.

The garden is asleep,

guarded by their

heavy snow-laden boughs.

I awoke

to the fragrance of spring when the

birches are white,

whispering dancers.

Tulips sashaying.

An audience, applauding;

a tender pax de deux with life.

I awoke amidst the

desolation of a winter’s landscape, but

I breathéd, and it was

spring.

©Tina Hudak

The detail for this artwork is a collaborative piece between myself and Connie Heik Jokinen.  Our friendship remains despite our differing locations on two different continents.  This work-in-progress keeps our friendship connected in a special way.

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