“Monet Painted Spring”

“Their Sounds are an Orchestra to me,

Unexpectedly,

Songs, Melodies, Conversations afar,

Water Rail and thy ascended Sky Lark,

Thine sight is a Field of Greens,

Betwixt Yellow Blue-Creams,

Rested here for quiet Studied scenes,

For thou art my plateaued Mountain,

Muddy carpeted, oaken Queen,

Thouest Monet painted Spring,

Bejewelled vision thou hast yet seen,

Rabbits hazel-brown, white-tailed hues,

Unforeseen,

Perfect rainbow covered,

Meadow shielded views,

One end to t’other,

Grains of feet an’ barley for thine Meal,

Buzzards Wood rising proud thy Bow,

Wrens Wood drawn aft galloping South.

A tinctured scythe for reaping Hay,

‘If thy made’st thou on thy Potter’s Wheel,

You’d be youthfully kiln fire minted Clay.’”

– a poem by Matt The Unfathomable Artist, copyright May 2021.