—after George Flegel’s Dessert Still Life (1620s) and Carl Sandburg’s Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind We have our moments, the scenes perfectly set. Maybe we’re romping in the autumn field just after sunset, hay freshly-cut and baled, suffused in soft blue light; or we’re sauntering through the park in early February, awed by a single daffodil gussying up the newly-raked, russet-red pine straw; or perhaps we are conversing with family at the evening meal complete with meat and fine wine and confectioneries ribboned in cinnamon and snow. And crack! Time lowers his baton. The scene shifts, the music changes. Enter crows, the rain, the rats and lizards.
Published: Verse Virtual, 2024