Wyoming

      
Even If

I never paint

another picture

I will never 

stop being an artist

it will intensify

and bloom inside me

with deep 

heart breaking purples

as I arrange flowers and

set the table.

My grandmother                          

painted the shy deer

who grazed on the prairie

just beyond the yard

on china plates 

and barn shingles.

       I wrote this poem a couple years ago when I was having a lot of trouble with my shoulder and unable to paint for five or six months.  My grandparents lived on a  cattle ranch in eastern Wyoming.  It was beautiful and I loved visiting them in the summer but I know at times it was lonely for my grandmother.