Let me draw you at the Christmas Extravaganza

 I am practicing drawing faces. Join me at the Christmas Extravaganza November 21-22 and help me practice by letting me draw you.

Upcoming Craft/Art Sale November 21-22

 I WILL BE HERE! with my tattinglace and paintings.

My usual craft show was canceled, but this one is taking its place.  

It's going to be AWESOME. Don't miss out.

Mini Watercolor Journals

I made two little watercolor journals, sewn bindings and all.

4"x6" watercolor painting of yesterday's bright sunny afternoon sky

Fun to paint in, but can only paint one picture in each and then must wait for paint to dry.

Painting Yellow

And I painted another bright happy sky.

5"x7" watercolor sky with Owl perched high

Painting the Sky

Stormy skies,

pain disguise

for rainy eyes.

Buffalo

down below,

dragons flying high.

Sky blue

bled red

Tomorrow will be yellow

sunny sky

butterflies, and

clouds of marshmallow.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Watercolor paintings by Paula D. Nevison

One, He Loves

I know you don’t believe me when I say

that you get better looking every day.

You say it’s because I cannot see,

but I see what’s inside, not just on display.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

The Moon

Look at the moon with me.

Confidant

The man in the moon and I are friends.

All I have to do is look at him.

He reads my mind and knows my thoughts.

He listens patiently to everything I say.

Occasionally, the clouds get in the way.

I give him one day off each month.

In return, he gives a night of full attention.

The clouds are jealous, and oft' put up a front.

The wind keeps them in compliance.

He and I formed an alliance.

We have an audience of stars

who've been attending us for years.

They gather around us every night.

The stars keep all in strictest confidence,

everything discussed in our evening conference.

Unlike those chatty little crickets

proclaiming all my secrets,

yammering on all through the night.

The stars twinkle up above

with the secret knowledge of my fears and love.

The man in the moon is the quiet type.

He gives me the best advice.

He is always quite concise.

His glance leaves me feeling nice

even when he's just a slice.

 

by:  Paula D. Nevison

(I originally posted this poem on October 2, 2014 and decided to post it again.)