Day Lilies and Other Plants

The self-inflated soar

On self engendered thermals.

Below.

Tethered by belief.

Others eye Day Lilies

Short-lived but glorious

Willingly laborious

More for us than me.

Memory of Mountains

A Memory of Mountains

Near Middlebury, where I paint, fields and pastures loll westward.

The lake in the distance shimmers below granite cliffs.

A stand of trees draws a line.

A stone wall crosses – interrupting but briefly.

 The landscape is its own being and cannot be other.

This patchwork of cornrows and lush, verdant grasses,

rich umber furrows where stalks will sprout,

eases the eyes to the deep, ultramarine that is

Champlain.  

Beyond, near Port Henry, mountains rise from the waters –

not gently, as if to ease the soul to higher planes,

severely, demanding to know why you approach.

Once you’ve explored and exhausted all answers,

given yourself to the simple majesty that, millions of years ago,

was the verge of the ocean,

you’ll let go of that to which we cling,

those feeble attempts to dominate the indomitable. 

and

You will embrace your being on the Earth.

You will give thanks.

You will feel grace. 

Crow and Squirrel

The crow flies,
Straight as an arrow.
Her shadow undulates
Crossing the cornfield.

They’ll meet at the ditch
On the side of the road
Where a squirrel lies—
His way to the field
Interrupted by a truck.

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A Brief History of Power

A Brief History of Power
(Clearly Visible as you Cross the Causeway to Rocky Neck) 

Between Norman’s Woe and the Magnolia shore
The financials tower over Boston .
Sparkling in the morning sun,

Striving skyward across the harbor,
The Universalist, St. Ann's, and most humble,
Our Lady, clutches a dragger.

Above all, wind turbines.
Withal, cell towers defer.

Turbines
24 x 18 inches
acrylic/ canvas