twisting, winding, twirling roads
breathtaking vistas seen for moments
(and then hidden from view)
luscious, soothing green
Pops of yellow
Fall leaves or sunshine beams
It's nice to be a local
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” ― Albert Camus
Fall lures me outside
The garden wants putting to bed
Preparing for rain and winters delights
Cold in the mornings
Fall lures me outside myself
Chores call me outside
Raking. Stacking. Pruning
Labor that in summer's heat would bring forth complaints and irritation
Fall renders pleasant, urgent, compelling
The light slants just so
Chores call me outside myself
Watching the whale,
come up, spray,
and dive again
Sleek black body lifting hugely,
skimming along the surface,
and disappearing with only a fog of spray left to mark it's presence.
Giant and peaceful.
Watching us watching her.
I wonder that the whales don't rise up against us
for all the harm we do the sea and them.
(Over-fishing, hunting, floating garbage islands,
And yet, she rises up again, to spray and breath,
and leaves behind a fog of breath.
[Poet's note: First visit the MOMA site to view the image that inspired my poem. Ekphrasis poetry is poetry about a work of art. I chose The Absolutely Naked Fragrance by John McCracken. I saw this piece at MOMA when I visited New York a couple of years ago.]
I stand in the corner of the room.
Invisible, you know, but not hidden.
I want people to know I'm there
but they don't come here to see me.
I stand where I can see the painting
(which I kinda get but kinda don't)
I really want to see the faces.
The woman who silently starts crying,
the man who rushes in to get as close as he can,
some stay for hours and just stare
others come in, say wow, and move on quickly
The painting is sweet and I kinda get it.
The faces though, that's the stuff.
I could watch that all day.
(And, I do. )
The sky blossoms with color
around each bend in the road
I catch a glimpse
We don't slow down
red orange pink all on a background of bluer than blue
We drive on
turn after turn showing
the ever-changing sky
New colors, new sights
until we rise
Over the hill and
into the night.