Wednesday, April 14, 2010


eyes gaze into a daydream.
forgetting feelings of the present reality,
the mind moves through possibilities.
sliding through the wet paint, 
the brush sweeps strokes
evoking new dimensions of color.
bright sounds cast shadows in warm hues,
as water dillutes to the tunes of walking hums,
and the heart rests under a willow tree.
hands collide to the down beets, 
entangled mess of bliss.
fingertips kiss.


omabu said...


we should record your voice in the background!

Gracie said...

hannah, beautiful blog :)

we still need to go out and shoot together! i have much to learn...