Surreal Nature

Surreal Nature Rural Oklahoma: Cool autumn night on the front porch, thoughts and opinions about poetry and painting shared with a dear friend over wine and water. Poetry is sacred she said, and painting is my inner life. Painting was once my wild mind, I replied, but poetry’s now my amateur art. moon’s half-darkness... shy in its suit of light shadows of pines Three “yips,” almost unnoticed. Coyotes she said, tricksters in authentic guise playing their night games. A cow’s bawl close by, in a moment silenced by a contrapuntal victory chorus, soprano and tenor voices singing to the darkness in celebration of success – a kill. moon behind clouds balance... the meaning of beauty & death Written 10.08.2013