"her wings whispered"
mixed media collage
8 x 16 canvas
(c) 2010 julie king
she woke from a long nap wondering what to do next. rain drops pattered on the window and the wind wooshed across the roof. closing her eyes, she called for a little inspiration to get her thru the day. long months of winter cold and hibernation had left her feeling lonely, devoid of joy and missing her communes with nature. a hint of persistent bird song reached her ears and she quickly pattered to the window. the sparrows were back making their annual nest in the decrepit old wooden birdhouse on the back fence. working as a team they took turns flying off for twigs and soft grass fronds to weave into the house. as one wove the magical nest, its mate sat on the fence and sang of spring and making babies and living happily in her secluded back yard. her heart rose with the knowledge that spring was upon her and the circle of nature was secure and constant. exhaling a silent prayer of thanksgiving, she unfurled her soulful wings; they whispered of hopes and dreams to be filled if only she would fly again. and so with joy rising and exhilaration beating a happy tune in her heart, she flew to the art room to let it all flow out onto paper.
her wings whispered and she was happy.