Photo by Ken Stewart
Morning Run in April, Interrupted by a Sudden Sound. . .
Three geese,
dipping tails into
a pond of pigment,
rise,
and with broad strokes
paint sky where there had been none.
More join the canvas
Adding clouds
and trees–
budding and expectant.
I forget to watch my feet.
Two robins,
Draw a solid stripe across my path
And settle on the grass,
Green, without a doubt,
Their shadows.
—Jean Doolittle
Photo by Ken Stewart
Photo by Ken Stewart