Occasionally, my sisters tease me about my paintings.
“Another leaf, Michele?”
Often my paintings
take me back
over and over again
to leaves and branches..
to seed pods and swirling ribbons.
Maybe to the casual observer
I am repeating myself.
But as I caress these beloved objects
that appear beneath my paintbrush,
they form a mysterious language of symbols..
An intimate, spiritual conversation
that only the heart understands.