Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Monday, August 22, 2011


Story by Little Drum

This painting is available as a print or greeting card on my Fine Art America Website.

Prints of Lumina

Friday, June 17, 2011

Her Dreaming Forest

Before me stands a Goddess of grace and beauty. Her skin is soft and strong. Her gaze beams love and timeless mystery. I long to sit in her story. She offers her stead and cushions my step as I wander her dreaming forest.

Story by Little Drum

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Today the Trees are Singing

Today, the trees are singing
they are calling for my heart
The wind is pushing gently
on my sorrows
"Let them go" the giants whisper
I watch the wind fly through the firs
I hear its whoosh and cry
The call to heal and honor death
And fill my lungs with her sweet breath
I raise my arms
An act of Faith
And cast my grief into the sky

Story by Little Drum

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Always Home

Story by Little Drum

She looks into Me

I will never be a logger's wife. 
Or spill her blood for my table. 
the giving tree has been wrung dry 
Only droplets fill my goblets  

I look into her 
she looks into me 
she sees perfection 
and I cry 
how can she love me so?  

How can I give my life for her? 
In a way that will matter. 
Matter for her. 
It is not selfless giving she wants 
but the giving of the self. 
Where can I give my life for her? 
In a way that does matter. 
Matter for me. 
She gives until she can give no more 
And it is never enough 
for those who have no love 
only decadent souls 
I will cry no more forever 
for her legacy is in my bones

Story by Little Drum

For the Muse

I will shade you from the sharpest rays 
Make rest beneath my crown
I’ll dance for you, You sing for me
Together we make Magic, Timeless
Wisdom, Forest Lore, The Bard in you
A Story for the wanderer, seeking nothing, seeking more

Story by Little Drum


 Roots on Rocky Soil, she draws her strength from Everywhere


Story by Little Drum

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Songs of the Loving Earth

  Mother Cedar Sings the Cycles of the Loving Earth.  We dance and we dream.  We draw our sustenance from the story of Life Returning.  Old supports new with body and breath.  New supports old with beauty and stamina.

 Story by Little Drum

She tells

These fine ladies are holding the ground at a bluffside park in town.
You can tell by their fanciful smiles that the whole neighborhood stops by to chat.
And get the latest on who's been seen picnicking nigh.
The stories are fit for supper or a leisurely afternoon tea.

As I waved goodbye the ladies whispered their love for the two legged kind.  For in pictures they live on, in stories Divine.

Story by Little Drum