dark moon night of trying too hard

or,

beads lost in the weeds

rainy evening cloak

I don’t know who she is,

but she’s not interested in sleeping

warrior in the weeds

Fish in a dish.

Perhaps showing influence of sushi dinner.

what’s hiding in the weeds

just needed a sparkly pony today

I took a week off from drawing while I attended EarthSpirit’s Rites of Spring.

Returned from an idyllic week to learn of storm destruction in the southwest.

From reports I learned of “hidden tornadoes”,

cloaked by the rain in the storm that spawned them.

Not long after I  posted this, my newsfeed was flooded with imagesof tornadoes

in Springfield and other western Massachusetts towns.