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About the author: art + word + spirit: A painter and poet, I play in the crossroads of art & spirit. My paintings are visual stanzas of a poem I will spend my life writing - with brush & pen. I've had the honor to create and exhibit art in the United States, Europe & Micronesia. "As with poetry, painting is either a battle or a dance. Given the choice between music & a sword, I choose music." See Anna's listing at the
Southern Oregon Artists Resource.
Design hides
on day-dull windshields
until the cold dark
freezes feathered beauty
into being.
Night celebrates winter—
night—a bird that’s spread
its plumage wide
for ice to trace.
When day breaks, I climb
inside the car and sit,
looking through a crystal matrix
that repatterns sky and trees.
I wait for night’s world to thaw
that I might see where I’m headed.
I wait
with this odd bird of ice
both of us frozen in flight
waiting for the sun
to melt us
into a moveable stillness.
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Beautiful, Anna.