Picture: Le Port De La Rochelle by Claude-Joseph Vernet
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Art is my teacher.
I learn and learn how to observe,
Effortlessly.
Herds of clouds fare wildly above birch and maple,
While a patch of blue winks at me from behind ’em:
“It’s all a beautiful joke, breathe easy.”
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My eyes become a conduit for canvas, color and brush.
The painters of old relive anytime you attune to their work:
Their subtle feeling is brought back on Earth once more.
Lights sing, sounds pour, the wind slithers softly
Around skin and bone.
While a low halo-nest,
Harbouring new life, is blessed;
Naked birch and dogrose lips;
Tectonic bark lines, and canal dips
Of hungry bills or hardy fish…
What more
Could you wish?
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Herons
