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Inspired by an acrylic by Stan Stolt
the sky seems bluer than before
the trees and shed take on a sheen
I may have missed before,
even the roosters sport a confidence
born of being washed, cleansed
from barn lot dust, feathers
bristling brighter as the sun dances
on their spritely red combs.
Even the water, now pooled in low
places, mirrors a certain gaiety.
In the freshness of morning air . . .
what is this fragrance wafting
like a priest's censer filling a church?
What is this Presence, so tied to the earth?
© by Michael Escoubas.
Used with the author's permission
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Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013, after retiring from a 48-year-career in the printing industry. He writes poetry because, early in life, his mother encouraged him. Michael also writes poetry because he believes poetry brings people together and that poets are menders of broken things. He is the author of six collections; the most recent is Ripples Into the Light, a collection partnered with photographs by Vandana Bajikar and designed to rest the soul and calm the spirit. Michael is Senior Editor and Book Reviewer at Quill and Parchment, an online poetry journal. He lives in Illinois.
     
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