Segue to Spring
The Picasso eye
lodged in the bent branch
like a scuttled vessel
brooding in limbs
of a giant sugar maple
no longer dispenses
late night wisdom
early morning insight
from its steel-sky perch
outside my bedroom
its all-knowing stare
becomes distant, reluctant
behind chlorophyll eyebrows
as my psyche's new caretaker
scries wet kisses, scribbled
on post-it note leaves
among the flop of roses
the gentle thrust of trees
Tess Kincaid
May, 2011
Posted over on her site Willow Manor
2 comments:
Thanks, Glenn, always a pleasure to see my stuff posted here. Don't you love this photo of Picasso?
I do and I love the poem too!
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