Cedars on the Hill

For Sherry’s prompt at Real Toads, the art of Emily Carr, an artist from British Columbia, Canada.  A very interesting artist.

Cedars on the Hill
Cedars are terribly sensitive to change of time and light – sometimes they are bluish cold-green, then they turn yellow warm-green – sometimes their boughs flop heavy and sometimes float, then they are fairy as ferns and then they droop, heavy as heartaches. – Emily Carr

I watch the cedars on the hill across the way
like I watch the changing of the seasons.
the deep blue green,
the paler green,
the red of the dying branches.
I walk among them
and brush my hands against them
taking their scent unto myself.
small creatures live beneath them
and birds build their nests in them.
I love them most when it snows
and creatures hunker for warmth
in them and beneath them.
beneath the heavy sky
they stand in groups
and are their own community.


Cedar – Emily Carr 1942

 

 

 

 

Rainy Woods

For Kim’s prompt on Real Toads, seizing the day, getting it down.  She gives us three poems. This is the one that inspired me:
And the days are not full enough
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass. by Ezra Pound

Rainy Woods
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.” Langston Hughes

Stepping into rain
the walk leads past autumn woods –
the only sound is the rain tapping on the fallen leaves.
Off to the left a fox runs, tail down.
I stand and watch the rain dripping from the leaves
then I continue on my walk,
breathing in the scents of rain and rotting leaves.

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