Musings in Winter: Mary Oliver
“And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?”
Art for Winter – Part I of IV: Dzemma Skulme (Latvian, contemporary)
Below – Untitled II Latvian Woman; “Marta With Purple Stockings”; “Latvian Traditions”
A Poem for Today
by Lisa Zaran
She said she collects pieces of sky,
cuts holes out of it with silver scissors,
bits of heaven she calls them.
Every day a bevy of birds flies rings
around her fingers, my chorus of wives,
she calls them. Every day she reads poetry
from dusty books she borrows from the library,
sitting in the park, she smiles at passing strangers,
yet can not seem to shake her own sad feelings.
She said that night reminds her of a cool hand
placed gently across her fevered brow, said
she likes to fall asleep beneath the stars,
that their streaks of light make her believe
that she too is going somewhere. Infinity,
she whispers as she closes her eyes,
descending into thin air, where no arms
outstretch to catch her.
Below – “Santorini at Sunset”; Untitled; Untitled (Mexico)
Worth a Thousand Words: A female blackbird pauses while looking for vegetation to build her nest in Gwynedd, Wales; photograph by Alan Price.
Art for Winter – Part III of IV: Anatoly Slepyshev (Russian, contemporary)
Below – “Village Scene”; Untitled; “In the Pine Forest”
by Geraldine Connolly
Praise the good-tempered summer
and the red cardinal
like a hot coal off the track.
Praise the heavy leaves,
heroines of green, frosted
with silver. Praise the litter
of torn paper, mulch
and sticks, the spiny holly,
its scarlet land mines.
Praise the black snake that whips
and shudders its way across my path
and the lane where grandmother
and grandfather walked, arms
around each other’s waists
next to such a river, below
a blue bridge about to be
crossed by a train.
In the last gasp
of August, they erase the time
it might be now, whispering
into the darkness that passed,
blue plumes of smoke and cicada,
eager and doomed.
Below – Mary Kay Glinis: “Bridge to Destiny”
Below – “Welcome”; “Indigo” (Drawing); “Madonna”
Musings in Winter: Tennessee Williams
“Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.”
American Art – W.A. Slaughter (1923-2000)
In the words of one writer, “W. A. Slaughter grew up in Texas amid the splendor and beauty of the Hill Country. He was a unique fusion of Lutheran minister and artist. However, painting was always beckoning and he began painting fulltime in 1972. Color vibrates from each canvas sky blue, oak green, Indian paintbrush red.”
Below – “Blue and Gold”; “Road to the Blue Bonnet”; “Sunrise on the Third Coast”; “Texas Fall”; “Blue Bonnet Landscape With Cottages”; “Twin Oaks.”