Illustrations

a collection of works made over the years

I’ll love you in every season

Grow my dear, grow.

I’ll cherish your green leaves in cold winter

and won’t forget about you in early spring,

I’ll love you in hot summer

And I’ll sit by you in wistful fall.

Oak Tree

I’m expected to do my taxes,

And let people go.

Not compare myself to others,

And know it all from the get-go.

Do the right things, find the right words.

When all I wish for is nothing

But to be an oak tree in late spring.