In the grey light of late December –
the old year’s end is burnt with embers –
a glimmer of spring lifts the temper
with thoughts of dew sparkling
in the fragrant hazy blooming
of hay meadows on an April morning:
the yellow trumpet of the daffodil,
mauves and blues of clover and speedwell,
and the elusive scarlet pimpernel.
We are reminded of the day
when a colourful flowering miscellany
will elbow winter out of the way.
Kim M. Russell, 27th December 2018
Margaret is our host today and she tells us that once a month she shares poetry with local poets in the Blue Ridge Parkway area of North Carolina in a room surrounded with displayed art. Each month the venue displays new local talent and often the art work is for sale. She says that she fell in love with a display of alcohol inks, which she has shared with us in the hope that we will find inspiration in them for original poems.
Margaret asks us to interpret the images in any way we please, but she has included the each artist’s title and was given permission to photograph them.