and so it is

and so it is

on each twig a poem

masterpieces of spring

unfurl

in glorious green

some are odes to beauty

some sonnets to time

some are verses symmetrical

some songs to summer

some are elegies to forgotten winter

some ballads singing tale of treedom

in glorious green

unfurl

masterpieces of spring

on each twig a poem

and so it is 

look at the moon

mundane becomes mythic

on drive home

as orange            almost round

moon lifts

over prairie horizon

a spring harvest moon

it appears gigantic

suspended through bare branches

this familiar friendly

body beautiful

slowly merging into dark sky

slowly shrinking and whitening

easing into regular almost full moon

in spring sky

but the size of the moon is an

optical                   illusion

our eyes and minds playing a trick on us

and there are mundane theories

but the mythic settles

sunroom saturday

I think it’s a warbler

that small bird on our yard

google images reveal all

see through glass doors of

this morning sunroom but

it might be something else

pretty black and white                   yellow markings

click like on this real

spring

sun-dappled morning

and me on the inside

looking out at fledgling green

and Coltrane warbles a ballad

and my heart lifts             singing sax spring stylings

and dipping beak into moist

newly-thawed earth for a seed of

something enduring in this

transient moment of marvel

spring lesson

streamers flutter pink

from bright bike on wooded walk

big brother beside

woman at Matisse exhibition

bright pink blouse

and long flowing skirt

standing out

among us blues and greys

in the four-walled gallery of miracles

by Matisse

women and flowers in

riotous colour

encased in

massive

ornate

frames

and I wanted to

take a picture of her

or paint her

or something

but instead I embraced the paintings of

orange and yellow stripes and

flower petals patterning

imperfect beauty of

arms languidly resting behind head and

yellow necklace suspended between breasts and

now she merges with the art

like rain on sidewalk on a

spring evening