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November Song at the
House of the Singing Winds
Today
the air is golden toast
and
tastes just as fine.
Apple
butter leaves
spread
across the valley floor.
I
walk in delicious rustling
under
the sky—jay blue and
glazed
clean.
In
the duet of shadow and light,
the
hawk soars and the house sings:
Hear
the song sparrow in the eaves,
the
tingling screens, hickory
nut
on stone, woodpeckers
round
and round the trees: tick-
tick-tick,
the winds singing again
of
the ancient seas and
how
far we’ve come.
Written by Bonnie Maurer, Nov. 2010
La Casita, at T.C.Steele Memorial
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“The
Yellow Shawl”
...after a
painting by T.C. Steele, 1913
Selma,
the painter’s young bride,
seated
on the dark love seat
between
the waves of wood,
sits
up straight, but relaxed,
with
hands folded in her lap,
her
yellow shawl wrapped
around
her shoulders, golden
light
trailing to the floor
around
her green print dress.
Selma,
hair up loosely
in
a bun, lovely, does not gaze
at
the painter, but looks out
the
window, pleased, as if
she
sees the footpath
of
memory she will walk,
and
only she eyes the green
and
yellow peacock, stuffed and
posed
at the window winking at her.
Written by Bonnie Maurer, Nov. 2010
La Casita, at T.C.Steele Memorial
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