With this keyboard, I will paint you
a honeydew melon patch at the far side of summer,
draped in dew-kissed webs, the spidery artist
long-gone on its trembling legs.
I will sketch for you a patch of shy fiddlehead ferns,
unfurling delicately, blushing green,
to the tender song of the brook.
I will paint you a sky-high sun over the mountains,
so you may clearly see the path of the waterfall
down its slopes,
and I will colour in perfect puffy storybook clouds,
birds of many colours,
a rock covered with growling, barking sea lions,
and a gray whale, leaping, far out at sea.
If you are still not sated, wait one instant more,
and I will, with a flourish,
create for you a star-flung sky
just before midnight, frost crackling underfoot,
scent of wood-smoke on the almost-winter air,
and I will pencil in the faint sleepy cry
of an owl going into its burrow,
just before dawn.
An oldie from 2014, which I will share with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.