Snow and Paintings
Snow and Paintings
The snow began to fall
late yesterday afternoon
first the big flakes
dropping leisurely and
building up on
the grass but melting
as they hit warm streets
Temperatures plunging
in the night make for
black ice on morning roads
spinning cars at slick corners
school buses crawling along
white knuckle drivers with
foreheads creased in tension
I watched it fall before
going to bed, last night and
dreamt about paintings
nine-degree latitude sunsets
light bouncing off Caribbean waves
flocks of Parrots and Frigate birds
making there way to safe havens
Paintings of Dolphins playing in
the wake of a boat drawn by
the hum of the engine and
people’s laughter, making eye contact
in that instant you feel their awareness
a connection between sentient beings
acknowledging each other’s holiness
Portraits of tropical expats
one hand wrapped around an icy glass
the other on the ass of someone else’s wife
portraits of outlaws in the jungle
building houses that will be locked
down against indigenous thieves and
unwanted guests with darkness in their hearts
I awoke to the snow still falling
now pushed by winds in a hurry
to get wherever they are going and
almost forty degrees colder than yesterday
no expats, no dolphins, no waterfowl or Jungle
just snow and cold out of my windows and
paintings of the tropics warming my soul...
Copyright © Art Fasbender | Year Posted 2019
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