Summer-Rick's Pool
Vine charcoal on Strathmore paper
5 1/2" x 8 1/4"
Vine charcoal on Strathmore paper
5 1/2" x 8 1/4"
Rick’s Pool
In spring its surface is inscribed
With trails of water bugs
Across the water’s answer to the sky
On August nights the moon dips low into its darkness
While heavy breathing frogs chant
Their shimmering songs
In late October while birds make haste
Brittle pieces of color float,
Then sink, as autumn’s moment dies.
Muffled and bare at last,
And wrapped in December’s shroud
It waits in silence for what comes next
In spring its surface is inscribed
With trails of water bugs
Across the water’s answer to the sky
On August nights the moon dips low into its darkness
While heavy breathing frogs chant
Their shimmering songs
In late October while birds make haste
Brittle pieces of color float,
Then sink, as autumn’s moment dies.
Muffled and bare at last,
And wrapped in December’s shroud
It waits in silence for what comes next