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…
“When the last rose of summer pricks my finger…”
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.