Post 253: Osprey, morning glory, horizon, poetry, painting
by Carol Bass
Autumn Morning Goosebumps
your veins tremble
blood simmers watching frenzied squirrels
race around hiding food
you’re with them of course
putting everything in order
for cold days coming
morning colors hang soft and muted
except for a glistening swath of light at the horizon
where God took a buttery gob of titanium white
and stroked his final mark across the sky
two pair of ospreys
soar and dip for breakfast
shimmying their bodies free of the salt water as they rise
back toward the yard
deepest purplest morning glories
bloom on their green vines
must I leave and float back down
to the kitchen
to the oven
to the roasted potatoes
for art guild tonight?
Carol Bass 
Lovely and Yummy!! Look so forward to seeing you tonight!
Sent from my iPhone
Carol, Your poem and painting gave me goosebumps. I hope I am not violating any rights by printing a copy of your poem and painting to post on my refrigerator door. It makes me want to sing that Carolina morning song again. Catherine
Love, love, love this: when your painterly and writerly selves convergence—lovely poems emerge!
LUMU (as we say in our family: “loveyoumissyou) bg
and hope to slow down enough to breathe with y’all one of these Fridays SOON. xo