Poetry or paint?
This hot peak-wave, heat-wave
sun stunning day, already the landscape flattened, panting
languid I watch and wonder
poetry or paint
thick spread and sliding, butter/palette knife
fiery flowers like flags
spectrum in a sprinkler, pooling
sweet relief, small breeze, some shade
poetry or paint?
22nd June 2026 Hounoux
Beyond our reach
The tiny feeder’s empty so no birds fly back and forth
I miss them as the pine boughs dip and sway
the wind from the east rising again, three days blowing
although the sky is blue with dreams of summer
and blousy tulips fill the pots.
Slow days lengthening, crochet blanket and its baby growing
the comfort of routine,
a song of loveliness with minor chords beneath
the grip of worry, grief, the price we pay
for those we cherish, suffering
beyond our reach.
April 14th 2026 Hounoux
On memory’s winter tree
On January’s last gasp chill day, dripping
monochrome
across your threshold what delight!
in warmth and light and welcome.
And so an afternoon that glowed
good food and conversation shared
poetry and painting
a fragile bubble blown in glass
now hung, swung, on memory’s winter tree.
February 2nd 2036, Hounoux, for Josette and Andrew.
