I rescued this robin's egg, deserted on the ground. I knew it would never hatch,
but have always felt bad about the mother who I'm sure was anticipating the birth of her little one.
Poem reads:
robin egg blue
cold winter flew
away today
while the blues played.
~Gayle Sweeney
Gorgeous, Chris! LOVE the use of the paint swirls for texture in the background and how you tucked the next between the lines in the overlay! Beautifully done!!