She's An Artist Ring opal you loved the pale green

you loved the pale green paint: nearly hidden by the willows on the lawn

Handmade in the USA

guests drawn inevitably towards the water

the soft pencil lines are sightly smudged

She's An Artist Ring opal you loved the pale greenThe day smells like snow, the soft roll of cloud quieting the birds, wood fire smoke in the air filling you with anticipation. The studio feels like a hothouse, ferns and anthuriums everywhere, elephant ears and fiddle fig trees snug among pots of paint, the battered easel. Your grandmothers prisms on the windowsill, a geodesic dome in pastels. Leonard Cohen on the record player, crooning to the bowl of tropical fish, their scales a symphony of color,