March 2023
Bio Note: I continue to keep watch over the local birds and wildlife in my corner of Phoenix. My occasional watercolors represent another way I try to connect with the outdoor visitors and I remain fascinated by the folk legends and mystical associations with birds.
Artist: David Chorlton
The back door opens to an owl positioned where he stares down at the darkness in the posture of an antenna receiving messages from the spirit world. He’s still as a memory that won’t let go of winters past with an icy smile on the wind’s face, as the last word in a conversation cut short, as a day that laughed at tropical rain. But he’s here now as though he’s found the highest rung on Heaven’s ladder. When he opens up his wings a cloak of stars spreads out behind him and after he flies past it there is a lipstick imprint on the moon.
©2023 David Chorlton
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