Artist, Gustav Klimt – Lakeshore & birches

June

Delicate repose
In the well-appointed
House of Mirth.
There is an order
In the tumult of birdsong.
Alongside the eagle protégé
A thread of ospreys
Encircle the windswept lake
For sea glassed trout
A blue jay pigments
Pinyon Pines
Chipmunks dart
The clever beaver architect’s lodge is sturdy
Seagulls feast
In reeds.
Chiaroscuro loons
Join dipping mallards
The wind’s swathed
Sighing
Is an open door
To corridors
Within
A curtain is held in place
Letting in the sun and
The ruched satin sky.
Rambling through periwinkle,
Larkspur,
Donkey ear is just beginning to raise its head
Beside the re-discovered
Mountain lady’s slipper
And slender monkey flower
Spindled &
Re-gifted.
We tug at wild blackberries
Find midnight lace obsidian
Amidst
Manzanita & Blackbrush.
Rare
Guests
Draped in Junipers
The beloved dreamers
Diffuse
Suspended
Memories
With a carole of gravity
Balmy, brewed notes
Bound through
Quaking aspens
Unmatched.
We walk over remnant snow patches
Upon ancient roots
Of vanillad Jeffrey Pines
To a silvered lake
Below avalanches.
Enlivened smiles
Are cornered,
Sheltered
From the iced path.
His spherical
Befitting
Nearness
Revolves
In the rain shadow of the crest.
Our only threats:
The storied
Turkish yellow star thistle
And sweet clover.

His Majesty
Where light exists
There we focus,
Refurbish.

I do not comprehend how or why
Everything is given to us.

There is understanding
Within the perfumed meadow
Of irrepressible
Lupine,
Indian paintbrush
And weathered,
Fair figments
Of Irises
Encapsulated
And intertwined
Into the enchanted broth
Of days.

gjh.

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