Drawing / Lucky Bird

Sometimes we have to smooth out the wrinkles

and rediscover the lucky bird.

Outside it's dark,

the darkness of long winternights.

A lonely rose still blooming,

a brave bird still singing.

My house is warm and safe.

I sit and paint

I gaze at the moon

I talk to friends

near and far.

Stories are woven,

 passion lives here.

A lucky bird 

flying in and out,

but not leaving .

Please take a look at the other lucky birds,

the very talented Patrice will show you were they are nesting.

Happy weekend ! xx