2015. hand drawn- pencil, ink, watercolor
The tree in front of my window keeps blossoming
I can’t wait to show you how lovely it is.
The birds move along thin branches
Or flutter around looking for a comfortable one
On dark days, when I close the shades
I can still see their shadows
I can still hear
chirp chirp chirp
They teach me a love song
So that I can one day share with you
The pink, white, cream melody
-m.h.