mary jane dodd
yesterday was a blustery day... and many a leaf took flight...
in my head the words of samuel taylor coleridge circled about in a sing song-y type of way...
'the one red leaf, the last of its clan,
that dances as often as dance it can,
hanging so light, and hanging so high,
on the topmost twig that looks up to the sky.'
so i went to my bench and cut, shaped, hammered, filed, drilled and riveted...
to get this...
and once they are all done -
these are waiting for me...
my patience is being sorely tested -
but i am ever so grateful for the ability to interpret and act upon what i am moved by...
