new hope
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It’s interesting how sometimes, one’s work or practice reflects what’s going on in the world. This colourwater just spilled out while our province of BC is on fire…good folk are losing their homes, neighbourhoods and their lives.
I wrote a Haiku poem:
ashes whisper pain
wordless trees mourn charred remains
hope grows, scarred tissue
—art/haiku by weaver