“The Tattoo Garden
of Capella”
By Michael H. Brownstein
We know the change in the season
by the inks in the water,
their uneven spread across
the flesh of plant and tree,
the way it spirals inwards
rainbowing leaf and rain,
snow and ice, quartz
and the red breasted bunting.
Each season,
each kind of ink stain,
each kind of water,
each kind of track
across the valley and forest
into the garden.
| Copyright © 2022 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
A worthy poem.
ReplyDeleteIn reading “Seasons,” I most enjoyed discovering that one of the changing of a season's creations is “rainbowing” things in its ken.
ReplyDeleteI'm using an old keyboard--the dog ate the other one--and I cannot capitalize certain letters like t so--thanks for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteI just found out I cannot do colons either.
I feel for you, Michael. I myself must suffer the inconvenient disconnect between my desktop computer's keyboard and the "virtual" keyboard of my iPhone and iPad. The disconnect has almost forced an expletive from my mouth on many occasions. But, looking on the bright side, I have learned ways around it, and, if what the experts say about how helpful active thinking is in putting off dementia, Alzheimers, etc., then I assume I am reaping benefits from the situation. Rave on!
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