For inspiration, I used one of my mother's poems, that she wrote years ago, and I have hopefully sent these "p's" twisting and twirling through my collage.
Putting the final touches and the wire on now for the "Alphabetica III" exhibit at the Orland Park Library. Goes up tonight!
When I can take some time to pause
And gaze up at a tree,
I think of little things
my mother 'd say to me.
She'd say that on a windy day,
when she would watch the leaves,
It seemed as though a story they'd tell,
a-nodding in the breeze.
You get a dreamy feeling
on a lazy summer day.
Above you there's the blue, blue sky,
A billowy cloud goes drifting by
And sometimes as I sit here too
I can see it's really true,
The twisting, twirling leaves do
tell an endless tale to you.
by Gertrude Erika Berglund