Tuesday, May 29, 2012

It all happens so fast

It bursts green out of the bloody red spring
of young radish sprouts in giddy new mayhem

and ends, in an immeasurably ironic reversal,
with damp raptures in a crowded wet summer-

the orange giggle of pin-oak suddenly pokes
into the quick shimmer green of north white light

and speeds up waving crisp blue curtain beams
through the too early close of a frost black snow.







4 comments:

  1. What a delightfully colourful painting to gaze upon here...

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  2. Gerry,

    There is a seasonal feel to this poetic discovery. Very uplifting in a very colourful manner.

    Glad Tidings to you,

    Eileen

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  3. beautiful.... the whirlwind tour through the seasons...
    lovely. the look and feel are wonderful.

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