Collage is my passion; all things piecemeal i do adore,
there's something about putting and fitting things together,
combining once randomly scattered pieces to form one.
indeed, my soul and spirit need wholeness to feel better.

Thumbing for hours through newspapers, magazines, cards,
old flyers and books, often distracted by luscious scenes,
admiring with awe remarkably beautiful photography;
diamond-studded midnights, giant reds and evergreens.

Picnics in springtime on grass bathed emerald green,
or on pearlized sandy beaches with water so clear
one can almost see and touch the fiery orange ball
as it drops, bidding half of the universe good-night
the other to rise, shine and smile, a new day is here.