Purple, the poetic landscape

musical color
smelling the cold
a secret-wise in repose
CKS

L776

smell of rain
purple mountains
big sky


I love the big sky.  I love the open road.  I love sinking into the smell of rain.

When the rain comes, I am careful not to tread.  Trails are a gift, and if we walk on them in the mud we damage the terrain.

The trails widen and erode; leaving our scars behind.  Here I remain with faraway eyes and sweet eternity’s scent.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D