Wednesday, November 24, 2021

late season (poem and paintings)

Wandering, drifting;

But really--

Picking at the hem,

Pulling threads of 

Bare color

(Bold, muted)

Letting structure come


Living now in space 


Flowing downstream

Fluttering in rustfall

Of autumn leaves:

These branches now 

Vibrating stillness,

Bare to blue sky.

Poem and paintings by

Kevin Macneil Brown

fall 2021