Lies in abeyance as day
I bare sandals as I step out,
half expecting the lawn to respond
like it did yesterday, when
the sun encouraged its green
tendrils to grow plush and wiggly,
tickling my fleshy exposed toes.
But time can change quickly,
and my exposed toes scrunch under,
seeking shelter from winter’s chill
and the inevitable crunch of grass as it
splays frozen and flat beneath the sandal.
Together, we bear the weight of the season.
“If I mention blue,” the artist asked,
“what word or phrase comes to mind.
How about orange? And green?
Now hold these thoughts as you
work with the inks on your paper.
You’ll be amazed at what happens.”
Focusing, a word and color at a time,
I drizzled and swirled, watching
ink flow together as if self-directed.
Each color changed the painting, and soon
green and orange were blending, creating
evergreen and earth-toned mountains while
orange refracted into an arched sunset
against the now azure sky.
Calmness and warmth filled me, and
I settled into a meditative peace as I laid my painting to dry.
A slight miscalculation by my neighbor, however,
and his dropper full of purple ink hit my paper.
I found myself trying to “fix” my painting,
forgetting that I cannot change anyone’s thoughts or colors
but my own.
Inspired by trees in Fall,
I’d like to undertake a change,
to drop an old habit or two,
leaving me open to new growth.
Worry would be nice to drop
as I sit here wringing my hands;
But it would need to be replaced–
I’ll try hugging my best friend.
Procrastination is another,
especially about exercise;
I’ll try walking by a mirror–
Then I’ll walk around the block.
Like Fall, I transition forward.
Seasoned along the way, new
habits to replace the old are
forming like fresh Spring buds.