The way one raindrop
acts as an image-disrupter
of branches reflected in a puddle,
leaving the branches
just enough time to reassemble
before another raindrop
starts a fresh shimmy;
the way, after months of winter,
birdsong suddenly
accompanies me
on a predawn walk
in the last darkness of night;
the way the slightest of breezes
sets a desiccated oak leaf
skittering like a mouse
across the path on which I walk;
the way one thing ends
and another glorious thing begins:
astonishments one and all.
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| They Was a Little Breeze Stirring 4.25 x 5.5" greeting card; acrylic, ink, pastel, and collage abstract 2021 |
8 comments:
So enjoyed sharing this walk with you Dotty! Thank you :)
Beautiful poem, beautiful art piece!
Sheila, you are welcome! Any time!
Thanks, MaryAnn! The poem is a what I guess I'd call a found poem —— little up close and personal snippets of presence clipped from the larger context of my day. The art piece is a found composition snipped from a larger exercise done several years ago. I know you share my joy in found things : )
This piece! A perfect capture of the beginning of spring! Astonishments! LIGHT! YAHOOOOO!
Thanks, Jen! I am feeling spring at a cellular level, subtle though the outward signs may be at this point. BUT: more daylight than dark now every day —— I echo your YAHOOOOO!
I love your paintng AND words, Dotty!
Simone, thank you! Channeling creative energy into both paint and language —— very satisfying!
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