Wednesday, January 28, 2015

just right

i love this print
how the elements come together with some skill, 
some expectation, 
some chance 
and some hope.
like my days, lately.
 printing again,
anticipating the weather softening, lightening
and yet,
only the chickadees 
to my uneducated ears
have changed their endless conversations.
i see big birds: eagles, hawks, owls.
my neighbor's lovely window...
all that work
beginning to fade.
another faraway neighbor
bryan's lovely gift of madder 
on linen
and washi
  a meandering of morning glories
 and this 
precursor of sping
fiddleheads
fiddleheads
fiddleheads
the cold is solid now, below zero at night
above during the day.
but the daylight keeps multiplying
joys
cedar and sumac
and a use for that 40 year old saffron
pale thoughts of my sister's old cupboard.
a beach-like field of coldnesses
layers of cold
blues cold.
and if i am not as sharp as i ought to be
a creature or three maybe
watching me.
i saw these prints: raccoon, coyote, deer, mice...
someone is keeping watch
in the lee of a rock 
soaking sun
before the feast, a rather desperate one,
of night hunting
begins.
bryan's thoughts of spring 
my hopes of spring
anything
to distract from
the rough road of unhappy students
these days.

14 comments:

roz said...

fiddleheads, fiddleheads, fiddleheads !

Valerianna said...

The cold is cold these days... and the snow is DEEP... and the days are definitely LONGER! Your outdoor photos FEEL cold. Good luck with the students.

Velma Bolyard said...

roz, do you eat them? i tend to treasure the few i have and watch them grow...if you visit maine, they sell them on the roadsides.
valerie, yes, cold, deep, almost hard, and, er, COLD...thanks, they remain challenging

Ms. said...

beautiful notes and images...and I'm caught by that last line "....anything to distract from
the rough road of unhappy students
these days." It has me thinking about them, and about your rough road.

roz said...

eeek no i do not eat them ..they look like tree ferns unfurling. going to google exactly what this fiddlehead is now. i just love how they look !

Fiona Dempster said...

I loved your opening lines - they capture it so well, and I like that you included some skill, we sometimes forget to acknowledge ourselves. Sorry the road is so rough right now.

Barry said...

Hi V - lovely evocative lines and soft hopeful images. Can the start of spring be all that far away? Go well. B

Velma Bolyard said...

roz, they are delicious!
fiona, thanks, and you're so right.
barry, i like that there is hope, reminders are helpful

Mo Crow said...

love your photos of that sharp fierce breathtaking cold & I didn't know you could eat ferns... raw? steamed? sautéd?

Velma Bolyard said...

mc, fiddleheads are harvested from wild ostrich ferns (Pteretis pensylvanica) when they are short and very very well curled in spring. (they are the curled up leafy stems developing from the roots).

neki desu said...

beautiful papers.
days are getting longer and it will soon be spring

Velma Bolyard said...

neki, yes. and tonight and all weekend we plunge below zero again. i love these papers!

mansuetude said...

Your singing and sighting warms

Velma Bolyard said...

m, thanks, i like knowing that it feels warm. keeping going helps, for sure.

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