Friday, May 13, 2011

Springtime Tanager

With vermilion plumage and jet-black wings,
You make my art-starved spirit sing:
A canvas splashed with brilliant hues
Of scarlet, chartreuse, and azure blues.

Perched among the fuschia flowers,
A redbud refuge is your bower
Against a clear and cloudless expanse
Of the bluest blue. I stand entranced.

All afternoon you come and go
Keeping me company as I work below
To dig and weed and cultivate
A beauteous Eden I long to create.