the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
Another May Day morning, new life in the ground…
Let’s sing a song to greet the day, let’s fill our lungs with the air of May
Let’s watch the winter float away and pass the bottle ’round
—Jim Blake, (c) 1986
Yesterday while drawing I was tired and grumpy. A friend remarked on all the ‘mean and sad faces’.
Today I determined not to let the drawing know that I was cross.
So here’s a face already sleeping in the moon and having dreams of dawn.
sun rises between the horns of the bull