A pose I had sketched a lot in October. Here it finally came to life in pen this evening with the help of a visit from a Red-Tailed Hawk on my way home tonight. Inspiration move me brightly…
Penciled in like an appointment I never planned to keep.
Turns to splintered sunlight on my page.
Hawks help me get lost in the meadow of my imagination.
I have written plenty of letters that I never sent. They’re in a box somewhere. Maybe in the closet or under my bed.
Let’s consider this letter sent now.