On My Nightstand, On My Easel 3/31/23

On my nightstand:

Somewhere, between the breeze

and the faraway sound of a train,

comes a line of birdsong, lightly

threading the heavy cloth of dream.

Joyce Sutphen, excerpted from "Soundings"

On my easel:

As I paint, the simple pleasures of homefront soundings, indoors and out, thread my work—Dave's footsteps going up and down the stairs to the basement to get carpentry tools, the banging away of a patch of sheetrock in the family room ceiling and, between those footsteps and that banging, the industry on a sparrow, pecking against the inside wall of a birdhouse as some part of the process of constructing a nest for imminent occupancy.

A Line of Birdsong
1.5 x 6" bookmark; acrylic, ink, and Stabilo pencil
on watercolor paper
abstract
2023