The 7th of May 2013

My Mountains in May

You are enchanting.
You are rolling, green laughter,
caressed by a cloudy cobalt evening.
I listen for the wind, during the rain, and after.
For you, I am thankful each day.

Day 155
8x10 oils on canvas
Art by: Valerie Dowdy
@ www.valeriedowdy.com

The 18th day of April 2013

My Husband

His shoulders slope.
They embody the worn out mountains
Of Appalachia with quiet, eternal hope,
and the coal covered fountains,
or streams that trickle and grope
the ground, rocking with laughter or tears.

His hands rest in a fold.

They are the basket woven by someone’s Grandma Gert,
and the patchwork quilt she sewed,
Or the stitches that healed the hurt
they’re ready to pray for reasons brought by the years.

His eyes shine.
They are the bright sun in the blue sky, and the stars at night.
Beneath the rock, downward, he goes,
but his eyes are brighter than his head light--
a little lamp that leads him. He knows
the noises of the deep, black, below-ground fears.

His muscle and bone, carry me to bed.
His skin and lips, make my cheeks turn red.
His body and soul are tangled with mine, until we’re dead.

Day 19 by Valerie Dowdy
8x10 oils
$100
@ www.valeriedowdy.com
 

The 17th of April 2013

April Afternoon

Earth awoke from a long icey slumber today.
The trees began to toss out pink and green confetti.
I listened for what God’s creatures had to say.
The sun warmed us and conversation made us ready
to move and to do
til one little dove cried coo-coo, coo, coo, coo.

Day 138
8x10 Watercolor Pencil
@ www.valeriedowdy.com