Busy. My music work is done for the most part and today I finished the nine frames I was working on. Last night was the preview at the Cubby Hole of an exhibition by my friends Katherine Laird and Jean Briers. I'm due to open there in four weeks. My daily poems continue and tonight's was inspired by the mist outside and a painting of an owl by Jean.
The Owl
Mist covers tangled trees,
white and soft.
Fresh wood smell below and aloft,
as moonlight's glow casts blue rays wide,
and low.
High in a tree,
cast in silver skin and copper free
an angel sits.
He watches me.
Great round eyes,
shine like jewels.
Smooth and deep like a cold black lake.
Sight that takes in every glimmer
and shimmer, and glint.
Ears that track each hint of prey.
Each tiny morsel,
eking out each fast heart day,
in warm earth below,
so far away.
