these nights kept vigil as few painters do the fantastic delusion of color a yard high, seldom seen through comprehended No—nor can be after the newborn light
Nature’s Most Perfect Composition
nature’s most perfect composition …a garden that colorful old proverb laid away in white For here in all its forms are Spun from the fabrics of rose leaves creations to fashion the world in summer delightful in its strands
An observation: whenever I make more than one (usually no more than two) poetry collages in a day, I tend to treat them as subtexts of one another. Even if that wasn’t my initial intent. And even if the connection between texts is only an intuitive one. I still feel as if they’re somehow in dialogue. Anyway, the two above were completed today. They’re also available in my Etsy shop.