Mud cracks

Wild flowers

Cat in the Wild

Raffello Face

Fog 2010

The Plane

The Stain

Perfect charmed hands swirling
with a big thick brush, leave
the canvas momentarily for a dab
of dark blue, purple and this look in
your eyes. I would whisper soft
noises but it might interrupt your
inventive urge, all these dark
blues and purples left like a scar
remembering all the times you wanted
to escape. Life does this to you,
makes you not remember the better
days you had in some alleyway being
the stray cat that you were driving
home in your broken sports car with
the speed of light. One large sunflower
kept protected in the closed grip of
your hand, the other pressing wild ink
caricatures into the steering wheel,
still looking for a way out.

Spain.

To Mother Nature

This poem is for the

one who makes wind, rain,

the mud I squish in 

between toes on summer 

days spent with

mountain men on a 

trail going north through 

your fine forests.

I sing of you, the one 

who has the sun on 

my head, hemlocks overhead,

the great blue heron in my view

on a path so many take but

never finish.

I hike this hike 

just for you, 

so to see all of you, 

the one who paints the 

earth, who paints

the sky.

I think of you, only

of you as I 

taste your honeysuckles, 

berries, purple 

violets you give

when light, rain, 

air touched dirt----

And I wrote a poem.

-"To Mother Nature" won second place in the Clay County Historical and Arts Council (Adult) Poetry Contest in 2014. 

http://nancysimpson.blogspot.com/2014/05/clay-county-poetry-contest-its-tie-for.html

Black Cow

Previously published in "Third Wednesday"