Poetry Experiment

I have been writing and sketching all summer. Usually at dawn, but somethings the words find me at other hours. I thought, perhaps I could share the occasional poem, here, with you. This one is a personal favorite, about the end of summer, fittingly. Happy September!

tomatoes ripening at the end of august 

Crows  

Autumn light arrives at an angle

Indulge in summer slumbers and

You’ll miss her sparkle

Brown butter beams

Land on crow feathers,

Turning them blue,

As complimentary colors do

Annuals shift to seed

Showing off their pod’s skill

In line and shape

For a drawing is the bones of a painting

Speaking of painting

There exists a curve that follows

The beauty of an artwork

Fresh in the beginning,

Ugly in the middle,

Brilliant in the end

(If it’s good)

That’s how Fall goes

Except in Southern California

The middle and her heat make

For a top-heavy bell

Take it from the crows

Who know

Lighting is always best in the first act

Why waste a meeting of the seasons

Holding on to what is lost

Or what is next?

Savor the small moment

At the beginning of a masterpiece

Where potential is crisp

For it is only in this moment

We can see the future.

from my poetry journal/sketchbook which includes the first draft of "Crows"

a september strawberry