extended when I was but three,
has all but enveloped me.
Succumbing to the forward motions of time
Pondering Myths and Masterpiece Plantings
Fairy Tale Spadiums
stems of oil from fragrant lamps
engage a multitude of salutations.
not quite stars and not yet angels
it only seemed natural
I paint them
for they are, after all,
my garden companions.
an artful fairy tale