Reading
A heavy braid of brown-black hair
Coiling over her shoulder frames
The mourning dove-brown collarbones
That rise and fall in subtle flight
As she breathes, sitting back there in such quiet repose
As if to lend some grace to that so humble vase of white
Field lilies at her side, and when she turns
The antique pages of that favored book,
She spares a moment’s look to watch the lilies catch
The kitchen windows’ waning light
Just as the late-day sun tips in
Behind those distant trees to
Chase the night
Art-Colored Glasses 
Love. ❤
Thank you, my sweet–and love back atcha! 😉
xo
Perfect.
Just trying to find my own quiet by making something like this post is a helpful thing for me, I think! 🙂
Relaxing respite in braided beauty…
I realized as I was drawing this, of course, that it’s been so long since I actually made a braid in real life, I had to really scrunch up my brain to try to remember just how they go together! Maybe I should’ve gone to one of my long-haired friends for technical assistance! 😉
Lovely and full of tenderness.
Feelings I know you can understand when they’re intertwined with reading!
After your last posts detailing the improvements made to your home, I think sharing a poem featuring a favorite form of respite was necessary. I was exhausted! 🙂
😀
Oh, this is lovely, Kathryn, one of my favorite poems of yours … and the picture is beguiling … then I always like drawings/paintings that are a face view like this. You have captured the texture and styling of the hair perfectly!