(Black Sharpie pen, colored pencils)
Early mornings on the coldest days of recent weeks, a flock of bluebirds gathered in the tree in front of our kitchen window, waiting their turns at the suet feeder. (Okay, so they were bluebirds, which means they didn’t exactly wait their turn — more like flung themselves toward the feeder at the merest hint of an opening.) I spent way too much time thinking about what to do with the image and the colors, then finally started just drawing. This started out to be less of a mandala than it ended up, and along the way, as I colored in the shapes and added details, a haiku formed inside my mind.