curves – leaf and twig

The Curvature Of Color

colors
shifted and changed
as they traversed the iris’s curves

the bridge
the rock wall
the landscape itself

who will be
the first winter traveler
to cross the still running brook?

there it was
the chain of life
in the curves of the leaf

rain
hurries the river
ever increasing her curves

curving petal
the flower’s wink
magic in everything

the fact
and fluency of grace
no line is ever straight

in the stillness
every line and curved
danced

it’s a roller coaster ride
this being alive
said the cousin of the chive

the light
is found
by seeking

Oh to be
a snowflake
balanced on a branch
set in place by grace
residing in a sacred place

a sensuous squash
entices with curves

With such bodacious leaves
there is no need to flower.

Inspired iris
with her whiplash curves
and intensity of color
mother of an art movement.

Solace can often be found
in the space between.