the scream

there are frogs
both peepers and pippins
and the crickets in the
full moon rhythmic pulse behind
a crisp lyric dancing
with the wind in the leaves
i scatter almonds to the
flock of grouse
interrupted
on the lane-way
to this spring's firewood
elements
touching

i return to the quartz floods
and linseed, damar and turpentine
to paint the scream

this morning the blackbirds
congregated in the tree tops

"the scream" 48 x 66 in. ... as the past rushes past

forest mirage

painting in the woods

the heat of day diminishing

the sun settles toward

the distant ridge

illuminating

the translucence

of the jewel weed

against moss-covered

limestone

sweeping the straw

from the cut-stone terrace

the stems of the succulents that

succumbed to the drought

perhaps the painting

contains some of the

forest's longing

for rain

 "mirage"    66 x 48 in.

thanks to all who came to the exhibition

and after-party ... there was a suggestion

that we do it again