Fear no art

Like lace the ice forms at the edges of the slough.Confused ducks wondering what to do.Tides turn ,and so do I towards you ,but the fish ain't running like they used too.Hands don't mend nets or hearts.
Light another candle i say for the day ,for what was and what is..Friends long gone ,new ones made...
Dreams long forgotten come back to me in slumber..that state between awake and not quite..I know the fire has gone out ,as my nose is cold ...throw another log on the fire of my soul.I am much to young to be this old I say to the woman in the mirror whose eyes look at me ..Is that me?
who is she this woman in the mirror,children gone from home, with a man that's been known to roam,
Don't let the past affect your future ...How can it not i ask.
No more herring at the head of the bay, Pebble mine trying to come my way.
Do you know me ?As I thread another needle for a beading project.
Eyes wishing they could see better ,but would I like the view..
Novas got a new dress on as she sees all on the deck overlooking the slough.
She's ready, no L.V...luggage for her just baggage from the past leaving her unsettled...
Another organic coffee i finally have cream for my coffee .
The sun rises and the day begins ..I remain optimistically hopeful...
The hundred mile winds ain't blown her wig off lately lets here it for gorilla glue...will it be able to mend these cracks in my heart?
I who fear no art.