Seasons of Nature, Seasons of Art
Story 1, Seasons of Nature
Perhaps you’re familiar with e.e. cummings’s poem, in Just- spring, which celebrates the mud-luscious, the puddle-wonderful, the running, the dancing, and the whistling of the micro-season he identifies as Just-spring. It’s a distinct mini-season in the big picture of spring as a whole—that little stretch of time when leaves are tender chartreuse confetti-like bits, just unfurling; buds are tiny and tight for a few minutes, pop open in brilliance for a few more minutes, then drop to the ground; catkins open up in wonky sci-fi configurations before leafing out.
Story 2, Seasons of Art
Boxing Day
Story 3, Seasons of Art, Update
At the vernal equinox, I propped Lichen-Rusted Kaffeeklatsch in a stand on the small side table in our front entry. At that time it complemented what could be seen outside our front door—bare branches, stark tree trunks, a dull color palette. But then Just-spring arrived, and I just could not let that painting stand as it was. So I updated it!

6 x 6″; acrylic, ink, oil pastel, and pencil on canvasboard
abstract treescape
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