If you look closely, you will see
the masterpiece Winter painted
along mighty Erie’s shore
in the darkness, well into the early morning light.
You will see his fondness for delicate shades of gray,
How one by one he bends and sheaths the tall ornamental grass
in rounded silvery whiteness, and
how he paints ripply footprints at the water’s edge.
If you look closely, you will see
the fluttering gulls in the distance,
Seemingly small, yet not insignificant,
Every detail a pixel of life.
There’s more, if you look closer,
If you’re willing to brazen the biting wind,
Like the pile of jagged sticks, and mossy green rocks from summer,
Now a single creamy white ice sculpture.
And if you hold your eyes and heart wide open,
you can read the painter’s signature
written in the battleship gray sky—
December
Categories:
ripply, christmas, nature,
Form: Free verse
The cup
The mauve coloured love
Filled with tea or coffee
Impish and flirty
Richly ripply
Indulgence in anarchy
Fascinatingly
A festival of crimson glee
Agelessly
A cup of happy time
Smile seated on sweet lime
Tempting me to crime
Of misappropriation for tasting rhyme
Between hungry life and beauty
Between desert and lemon tree
Whether you agree or disagree
Towards an aesthetic view
The filigree I do
With Byzantine hue
On its obviously warm surface
Sometimes shy sometimes shameless
Sometimes suave sometimes reckless
Making mystic lattices
With pink brushes
In bliss time passes
The cup blushes
Sometimes a spring gushes
The thrushes lost in their music
The clock ticks on
Shadows grow taller
Dews gather in the dropper
As dusk walks in
On your evening chin
Time hushes
As the twilight blushes
On the golden rim
As I fill it to the brim
Night and day are gone astray
In pursuit of the chimera
Of my cup mania
The night descends from the stars
Among the firefly flowers
The mania ascends
And the two meet
What a feast
Categories:
ripply, emotions, image, inspiration, joy,
Form: Free verse