As I recommit to the March Marathon in 2024 this word came to mind:


Entraide is a French word

It is a symbol of hope, humanity 

Interconnectedness and solidarity 

It means to help each other in mutual aid

But it is much more than that

Entraide is a selfless act

A mutual act when all parties find 

care and support 

in assisting each other 

in a profound way

In a way that often change one’s life

In a way that changes the course of human


It can be in small gestures 

repeated over time or not

It is an act full of unconditional dignity 

It is the foundation of our humanity 

and the link that ties us all together 

gently bringing us peace

Entraide is what makes our souls sing

in harmony 

and like

A cup of tea for the one dying of thirst 

Entraide is a core principle 

A kindness 

Unabashed love for each other

It is, pure joy

March 31st
Digital Drawing

Swan Song: love on the

last day “Wild Geese” overhead 

Brave hearts hold steady

March 30th
Digital Drawing

A hare bounced my world

Suddenly Floofly met thee

“Year of the Rabbit”

March 29th
Digital Drawing

Arnaud loved posies

Grief is a “nuance” thing that

Flowers help dispel 

March 28th
Digital Drawing

“Gratitude” is 

a bowl of tulips 

on a late winter day

a self hug 

in vibrant greens

March 27th
Digital Drawing

Once upon a time

Serendipitously “lambs”

& a lion seized March

March 26th
Digital Drawing

Single spores in time 

immemorial “old growth 

forests” we became 

March 25th
Digital Drawing

In the home of the 

Brave - “Our libraries” free us -

Try banning books there!

March 24th
Digital Drawing

Compassion gently 

scraped off “cottage cheese on

your chin” - Reminisce 

March 23rd
Digital Drawing

Sunday afternoon 

A little one learned to

swim up “trout streams” too

March 22nd.
Digital Drawing

In these “Sacred Hills” 

Grateful for acupuncture 

A heart rose open

March 21st
Digital Drawing

“Renewal”: Hearts Rise

Flowers bow to greet the Spring,

Tiny faces glow. 

March 20th
Digital Drawing

Blue birds above a

crescent moon they too star struck 

I “Blissfully yours”

March 19th
Digital Drawing

Coffee: “Morning News”

War, Autonomy, Crossroads 

Love won us over

March 18th
Digital Drawing


Three Greek word’s combined reveal

Facets of your song

March 17th
Digital Drawing

Graceful “Wild Orchids”

Under the pine canopy

Call Spirits to Spring

March 16th
Digital Drawing


Some days require such

Kindness the heart swells; others

Gentleness by storm

March 15th
Digital Drawing

Oh what mystery

“Glass bowl”, broken, cast, hand blown

Delights Simon too

March 14th
Digital Drawing

Sunrise glorious

Ocean waves stream “All at once”

Sailor on deck wails

March 13th
Digital Drawing

“an unexpected order”

Welcome Friends: …night …

And the Oscar goes to …. Each

of you - with love, me.

March 12th
Digital Drawing

There is a Koi fish

in my swimming pool! “Saving 

time“ I enlisted cat

March 11th.
Digital Drawing

Lotus Lamb Story 

Tale / all “Unfolding“ today

In a jumbled spring 

March 10th
Digital Drawing

Once there was a time

when she learned thru needles

“Making ends meet” frees

March 9th
Digital Drawing

Wild Life / Inner Life

Dream flittering chickadees 

A cockatoo sang

March 8th
Digital Drawing


Vanished from my sight. 

on the ultimate journey

Butterflies took thee

March 7th
Digital Drawing

She flowed like midnight 

“Topsy turvy. Upside down. 

Mayhem.” Reed, Read Red!

March 6th
Digital Drawing

“Round things, roundness, round, 

circles, spheres… ” pregnant pause to

find rhythm my own

March 5th
Digital Drawing

She walked blue birds

In a blizzard yesterday 

to find bliss in snow

March 4th
Digital Drawing

Sow: “in all the ways

to be Blue” - I saw a crack, 

In Pandora too. 

March 3rd.
Digital Drawing

“Who is that standing 

at the end of the road?” Joy?

I notice thee thrice!

March 2nd.
Digital Drawing

“Outside your window …”

I imagine silent sounds 

Before the hatching

March 1st.
Digital Drawing

“Leaping into the …”

Indoor pool on snowy day

my heart jumps to Spring!

Life Love in Glorious Pinks
Digital Drawing

Almost March 1st. This is the preview xoxo thank you all for your support!

Flowers rise in darkness
Digital drawing

Soon the March Fundraiser will begin for now I am wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day 💕

Digital drawing
Coming in March 2023 I am recommitting to a picture a day for this wonderful fundraiser ❤️ details to follow
March 31
As my parting gift
I offer you

Solid as an Alpine peak
Delicate as a late summer rose
Clear as glacial waters
Sweet as grapes can be
And as warm as our hearts
Here joined


Thank you all for a wonderful journey
March 30
Digital Drawing
Next to the last day

Regaled the soul

After a wonderful
Time of prompts
Timed out yet

Decided on room for: Trees!

March 29
Digital Drawing
In Homage

Tuesday was Tina’s day
She arrived for lunch
Mother usually roasted
a whole chicken for her
Tina brought dessert
Often the most incredible
Cream puffs

She told stories of her youth
Working laundry at the hospital
Caring for our father and his siblings
Along side my grandmother
Who had met her somehow
After the migrations of the
Second World War

Tina hailed from Italy
and never married but read
literally trash bags full of
harlequin romance novels
Including the famous red collection.
She subscribed to them all
and we in turn
adored her

March 28
Digital Drawing
Against you
Now knows

March 27
Digital Drawing
Double dog dare …
Oh you do
Test for
March 26
Digital Drawing
The Ocean

In Tumultuous white caps
we sailed
The Earth with glee
This Ode to sea
Consoled me
March 25
Digital Drawing
Secret spaces and silences
March 24
Digital Drawing
Utterly glorious
Lavishly playful
Impossibly delicate
Perfect in all ways
Such are the tulips they grew
March 23
Digital Drawing
One day I told a little one
No matter where I’d be
We would still see the same moon

Not a day goes by
that I don’t consult the orb

I dream of days long gone
Of peace under the stars
And I wish weary travelers
Gentle arrivals and safe passages
March 22
Digital Drawing
Parenting was our
Eternal skill
No one did it better.
Gave our absolute all
Undivided for life
Inconsolable in loss
Never forgotten
So loved, forever!

March 21
Digital Drawing
Peaceful rest
All encompassing
Lovingly soaking in
Mediterranean rays.

Times long ago,
Recalled in moments,
Events as
Even as the
March 20
Digital Drawing
Unleashed a
Myriad of joys, serious
Play abounded
Our souls aligned
Perfectly timed
Eye, hand combinations
March 19
Digital Drawing
Rain clouds roll in
as I lay here pondering
the muddy muddy, muddy!
morning commute.

I pull my covers
a little snugger
as tonight’s full moon
finds cover.

The ruts will eat my car!

Rain clouds roll over
… in laughter…

It’s a thing I tell you!
Mud season is no trifle!

Unmoved the cloud cover
builds, and half way
around the world
just shy of a war zone
my florist is occupied at creating
small miracles.
March 18
In the darkness
Sound unleashed
Bebop took the stage.

Beyond dance
Pianist stole the show.

And in the triumphant
A reckoning
that transformed us all.
March 17
Digital Drawing
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day :


Sleepless night
Hear my plea
As I remember thee

Oh Lord
Comfort, joy and glee

Spirit alive in
Heavenly gardens, for
A ground soon we will be, but until then

May Peace
Oh Lord, and
Could you continue to
Keep love, luck, and hope alive for me

March 16
Digital Drawing
Reverie on a stormy night:
I see you in the distance
Veering off from the stream
Especially in the pouring rain
Rivers run free
March 15
Digital Drawing
Together when
Greet thee
Everything is

The moon sings
Glow my dear for the
Evening is bright and bold and I am
Returning from the abyss

I see you
Eager to pounce!
Retractable claws and all!
March 14
Digital Drawing
Over water
In a sea of contemplation
March 13
Digital Drawing

Way beyond Manhattan

Blizzard conditions sweep the northeast.
As temperatures drop, a cold wind
Emerges from the west.

Nestled under a beautiful blanket
Winter has returned

Yet under all that bravado roads remains soft. Right below the surface it is mud season.

And I am grateful
the buoyancy of Spring is on hold

For my mood has remained in tune
with the stark desolation
the end of winter
sometimes brings

And in the sharpening winds
I hear
Cohen, Vaughan and Warnes alike
sing of you … my dear
March 12
Digital Drawing

On the celling
In the forest
Off the scale
Through the roof
Beaming in
Streaming out
Shining thru

Day and Night

Over joyed

in time
for Anubis to decide
March 11
Digital Drawing

Steam lifted off their spoons
In unison they gently blew the hot liquid
into submission

A sweat and savory aroma drifted
through the room

Safe memories of times long ago
flloated in the air and then
the slurping began,
and hilarity ensued

And then…
They truly found themselves in the soup
March 10
Digital Drawing
Generosity of soul

Long before
Wool Sweaters
We could be seen

And before that yet?
Our mystery stretched
From Greece to the Black Sea

Glistening in the Sun
Hero’s might have
come upon us
as kings were made

But in truth
the most humble of us
to this day continue
to provide warmth
in the biting hours
before Spring
gifting body and soul
powerful protection
against the blues.
March 9 Love, Courage and Determination
Digital Drawing
At bay

Gray enhanced color
Light shifted
Snow and rain drifted away
Morning rose
in the window pane
a red calla lily
March 8
Digital Drawing
Gentle, the weather shifts
Warmer breezes sweep over
Patches of ice and snow
Turning them back into water

In the safe heaven of a garden
Pussy Willows bud out
Reminding us of flowers to come

In a tall vase in the foyer
Elegant branches greet
First light

The shrub shimmers

And Hope?

It floats thru the kitchen window
Past steam and tea
Landing in the heart
March 7
Digital Drawing
Ode to thee:
Undeniably human unique
New or old
Thick as thieves
Yearning for peace
March 6
Digital Drawing
Love like life
Offers odd
Granting the
Night vision
March 5

In the spirit of joy
High fashion bows down
to the Bohemian spirt
that infused the polka dot

From Venezuela to Japan
Herrera and Kusama’s
polka dots twirl in tempo
joined by the unmistakable leader:
the Jersey of the Tour de France
Mountain Stages.

As the Polka wildly plays on
the Czech accordion lifts feet
right up off the ground
And polka dots dresses
mesmerize even
the starchiest of souls.

May togetherness be once again
fostered world wide
around dots and dances alike
as soldiers might revive
the Beer Barrel Polka
March 4
Digital Drawing

The first flame of fall,
I eagerly wait for that night:
wood-stove’s first light.

It’s soul lifting, much like
a summer camp fire
lighting up a Maine lake and rocky shore

The first flames of a Vermont fall
usher in winter just late enough
past frosts are almost forgotten

It is a joyous event
like Raclette
fireside in a Swiss Alp
after a solid day of spring skiing

It is the antithesis to war
March 3
Digital Drawing

Reach for the stars
One rung at a time

Sitting in a field of Sunflowers
Looking over wheat fields near by
A ladder made of light sits
taller than I can see
Into blue sky it stretches

Way above the clouds
It sees the world
As only doves can
March 2
Digital Drawing

Elegant dance
Twinkling lights
Glorious waters
Rivers the world over
Bridging places wild and free

Sinuous curves seduce
Musicians and poets a like
Gifting us with far away places
sacred stories
waltz and myth:

the Blue Danube
the River Styx
the Rhône

the Dnipro
the Amu Darya
the Nile

the Delaware
the Amazon

One of a kind

Their waters
powerful, peaceful, and lethal
as thee
March 1
Digital Drawing
Snow Squall

Sirens broke the stillness
of upcoming

Winds picked up

Snow flakes turned into
a dizzying dance

Slowly breathing stabilized
Leaving pristine views

A ray of sun
Against blue sky


and Hope

Soon March 2022 - I am recommitting to the Marathon <3
March 31st.
Wow what a journey
March marathon’s very last
Day and Word arrived

I feel profoundly
honored and grateful to have
been a part of this

Event, which concludes
with a well deserved round of
Applause for each one

Bravo team! May we
meet again next year, and all
join forces once more.

March 30th.
Digital Drawing
Sway in the evening
Breeze, under the big maple
A vibrant color

Hammock swings on the
Branch. My feet dangle in sun.
I dream of water

Soon branches will fill
with delicate green buds and
small leaves will open

Seasons are shifting
Today my very first bulb,
yellow crocus bloomed.
March 29th.
Digital Drawing
Perfect Pancakes

He loves to cook, but
Harold’s maple syrup alone
is the perfect compliment
to his eggs and flour mixes.

So on a Sunday, as is now
tradition, a few times a year,
he meanders over for this rare
and precious treat, for his feast.
March 28th
Digital Drawing
In Switzerland there
is a florist I love whose
name translates loosely

“Au Panier Fleuri”
~At the flowering basket~
I love to call for

the most delightful
arrangements. Delivery
to my dear Mother;

who then will take for
me, most exquisite pictures,
of the flower’s lives.
March 27th
2021 (2011)
Watercolor on folded paper

She picks up the page
A thick piece of the white print
making paper, so

Loved. She creases it
like an origami crane,
each fold opened closed,

until the whole page
lays flat covered in raised lines.
Delicately she

paints a mosaic
of bright color pools between
those raised lines, until

the whole page reads like
a gorgeous stained glass pane
full of light, and joy.


This image was created in 2011, of all the folded paper drawings I’ve made it remains my favorite, and is the best example of the process to date.
March 26th.
Digital Drawing
Grief is a strange thing
Tears don’t alway manifest
Yet sorrow remains
Poignant at odd times

Days of a year have rolled by
as water over rocks
in an Alpine torrent

Not salty or turquoise
as the Mediterranean Sea
but glacial and green
akin to a Vermont snow melt
in a warm breeze.

It’s the missing of his laughter,
the warmth of his smile,
and the tenderness of his heart
that hold me today a year later

And the words of a poem
that gently rock my heart.
March 25th
Digital Drawing
In silence the night
Unfolds as stars quietly
bloom in the eastern sky.

Under canopy
the Circus has just arrived.

Performers are ready
for a cheerful crowd.

And my heart? It opens wide to the
delights of this night.
March 24th.
Digital Drawing
Sleek, stealthily and
wildly graceful, not slight this
bobcat advances.

I can see it thru
the dark pine grove, reminding
me forest is still

ferocious. No sound
across wet leaves this feline
is not passing thru,

It hunts here. Squirrels
took cover. Incredibly
smooth it travels, and

I am simply awed
I caught this slightest motion
in the mossy woods.
March 23rd.
Digital Drawing
Lately it’s two am
A warm breeze blows thru the yard.
Luna is older.

She and I walk in
the night.

We star gaze thru the

To our greatest joy,
we witness the huge crescent,
of the brightest
completely orange
half moon.
March 22nd.
Digital Drawing

First green shoots herald
the new season - daffodils
announce themselves now.

In full chirp and cheer
Robins have definitely
arrived. With glee they

bounce across the grass
still filled with foamy snow melt.
Matted fields welcome

them. Twigs, sticks and all
manner of debris litter
the freshly revealed

landscape. In a month
nature will finally weave, all her fun
party clothes together.
March 21st.
Tulips from the Von Trapp Greenhouse, Waitsfield Vermont


It’s 6:42 in the evening
sun is still filling the deck.

Rays are slow to set
behind the maples
whose sap has risen at last!

A vibrancy fills
every breath of air.

Spring fever surrounds
us all.

Without a care she
gazes at the mossy spot
beneath the first snow melt,
and sighs a sigh of
relief, for winter still here,
has finally left.

March 20th.
Digital Drawing
Red Horizon. See
the line between heavens? She
calls all sunsets home
March 19th
Digital Drawing

Today I heard them
loud and clear across melting
Snow. Their echo long
In the distance calls:
We are back, we are back, spring
Is around the bend.

Their flight spans miles in
orderly formation they
travel, reminding
us of strength in team
work, and safety in numbers,
defiant and free
they find familiar
nesting ponds; hope carried on
fiercely open wings.
March 18th.
Digital Drawing

With a plethora
of meanings, no one would find
it odd I could not
choose one. So I wrote
awkwardly against all odds
a short odd poem.

March 17th.
Digital Drawing
In the squall I see
you clearly in the distance,
as Giacometti.

Fleeting magic your
unique, tiny contour, braced
against incoming

storm and deep wind gusts;
carefree your silhouette one
with the sideways snow.
March 16th.
Digital Drawing
Her wedding poem

Twirling sunny day
Cherished timeless ode to a
Roadside goldenrod

Fendant grapes abound
Golden nectar flowing wild
Simple moment joy

Memories of now
Twenty years ago! Seasons
Where did they all fly!?
March 15th.
Digital Drawing
Robins herald Spring
Chickadees announced winter
Barred Owl calls in March

Goshawks soon arrive
Nuthatches are here to stay
Juncos come and go

To each a season
To each a time and greeting
A familiar chirp

A lively bunch, crows
and ravens too, surrounding
world of you and me

March 14th.
Digital Drawing
Curled up fire side
After a week of battling
Mind cosy at last

March 13th.
Digital Drawing
Woodstock 1969
River was her name. She flowed
like rain, her long mane

waving behind her
in a rhythm all her own
rolling like thunder,

Her heart one with each
drum beat, water splashing, a
river under feet.

March 12.
Photograph and Poem

Little boundaries
loose or free, time eternal
flows in handwriting.

Still, I hand write my
friends, especially Barry,
long hand letters, yet

lately I stencil,
words of hope on tiny squares,
neat alphabet curls,

inspiring much joy;
clearer than my handwriting,
scribbled in sharpie,

remains organized
yet playfully energized,
stencil holding me.

March 11th.
Digital Drawing
The Milky Way

She often said I
was made of stars. Star dust she
would whisper softly

She joined him on a
wave off the Oregon coast
From here I can see

them together now
as they dance on windy tops
sparkling in moonlight.

On the other hand
my father’s turn came last March
deep in the Swiss Alps

Where are we from, we
would ask him as children? A
twinkle in Dad’s eye.

Forever now he
remains the twinkle in my
crisp clear baby blues.

(Forever now he
remains the twinkle in the
near by Milky Way)

March 10th.
Digital Drawing

At the first ring I
Answered the old fashion phone
Now each night I sit

at this place between
yesterday and today, in
hand modern device

refreshing the page
at the crossroads of many

Feverishly type
at the first sign of the prompt
tomorrow’s missives

It’s with sheer delight
this crossing comes to be my
most energized act

March 9th.
Digital Drawing
In an endless loop
Heart strings, drums and saxophones
Bring on the old blues

Watery eyes in
a palette of indigo
Turn whiskey sour blues

Cerulean skies
Now far up from the bayous
Mountain side all blues

A Universal
Tune sung in deep grieving cords
Shades in today’s blues

At Infinite depths
Cobalt and crimsons ring in
this fair night time blues

Finally the blues!
Stars arrive in waves sail to
Freedom on the blues
March 8th
Digital Drawing
Musings on ice

Fifty two degrees
Skaters exercise caution
As Ice starts to melt.

Coyote tracks shine bright
A ray of sunlight across
the floating ice pond.

In-line out of line
Lines flow as tiny fissures
Widen the river.
March 7th
Digital Drawing
Une Channe

Elegance and grace
abundance overflowing
Swiss pewter Pitcher.

Imagine magic
Fields, one hand filled with peonies
Vineyards and dry sun

And yes, from Vermeer
to Rembrandt water flows. In
clay Cezanne’s wine

is kept. I grasp at
last the openings I have
been missing. It is

we strive together to reach
March 6th.
Digital Drawing
March yields a moment
just at twilight, when spring is
announced in the dim.

It is a time when
hope holds hands, hearts unfold, and
piles of ice glow wild.
March 5th.
Digital Drawing
Tiny house: in fall
the selection is ruthless
I kept the Jade plant

Braided money tree
made the cut, geraniums
not so lucky joined

the compost bin I
tend with devotion into
Spring. Aloe Vera,

Avocado tree,
Both froze after many a
Ice Season. Soon time

for Greenhouse visits.
Return to Dandelion
Acres start fresh.

Soon! This Houseplant
Will join deck pots, gleefully
Bask in fresh sunlight.
March 4th
Digital Drawing
Mind unravels wise
pearls. Quietly as conch shells
spiral, madness grows.

Night sinks soul. At dawn
the Apex out of control.
Giant waves over
each grain roll, as brain
on overdrive struggles to
center, see, and be.

In comes Poetry
as Remedy. Precision
tool counts. Calming Sea.
March 3rd.
Unfazed her petals
lean stretching their green steams, to
the dark midnight sun.


In the spot light she
pirouettes to dazzling heights
while we sit zazen

Still Lives so brilliant
In silence gently quiver
Piero by their side.

Sheathed her knives do cut
Right to the core revealing
Nature’s mysteries.


Light shines through the glass
Curtain sways to summer breeze
Flowers grace her deck

If one had to guess
who will come through next, to sit,
for tea, for neighbors

near and far have not
crossed paths, pandemic you see
closed garden gateways.

I’d say it would be
thee, crossing the stone arc at
the edge of my woods,

Rising to see from
hammock chair I would, whole heart,
Delighted, greet thee.
March 2nd.
Digital Drawing
Yesterday’s prompt howls
Branches crack, nests hang balanced
I can hear the moon

Darkness has a loud
Voice. The plough person we love
Prepared us, for worse.

With gale force strength, ice
Whips into boiler plate, no
room, errors fatal

Winds excite this night
interminable the wait
Yet Spring will come, in

Time. Winter rises
Sugar’s sweetest gift: Maple
Snow, and Vermont’s hearts.
March 1st.
Digital drawing
Water, sand and snow
Sahara to the Arctic
Twirl around my heart

Up down and sideways
From leaf to peak, shinning sea
Lift waves up to thee

In elegant glee
Clouds roll through a thunderstorm
Rejoice free to be.
digital drawing

An ocean of moon light
Fills her silver hair

Wind picks up
Colorful prayer flags

A candle flickers
In her night

Pine branches sway
Fragrant and free

A mid a sea of winter green
A bell tolls in the distance

Her heart set
On healing she looks up

At all the stars of midnight
Golden Sands

Golden sands travelled
Rose in the winds
They blew two
Thousand miles
Thousand kilometers
From the Sahara desert to Switzerland
Floating so many on the wind
They turned the skies
A shade of yellow
Like a summer storm
Before the lightening
Saved in a little jar
Reminiscing, love
Of a trip
A token returned
Still here
Forty years
Her teenage years
When the snow turned gold
Postage Stamp Collage
COMING SOON Starting March 1st 2021 I will add one image a day to this gallery, and sometimes if inspired a poem as well.

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Heartfelt thank you for sharing this journey <3