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After Corner of the Garden at Montgeron, by Claude Monet,
painted during 1876-1877
It is morning and summer.
Dewdrops decorate dahlias
enhancing their colors: yellow,
rose and white. Bellflower
and asters bedazzle my eyes
with their purple robes.
Summer’s fragrant first fruits
kiss my nostrils. I love
the pond’s rippling blue shadows.
I find a patch of grass
beneath a chestnut tree.
With my arms wrapped round
my knees, rapture washes
over me as I watch the sun
paint rainbows in the sky.
From Monet in Poetry and Paint (Blurb, Inc. 2018).
Used here with permission.
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Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013, after retiring from a 48-year-career in the printing industry. He writes poetry because, early in life, his mother encouraged him. Michael also writes poetry because he believes poetry brings people together and that poets are menders of broken things. He is the author of six collections; the most recent is Ripples Into the Light, a collection partnered with photographs by Vandana Bajikar and designed to “rest the soul and calm the spirit.” Michael is Senior Editor and Book Reviewer at Quill and Parchment, an online poetry journal. He lives in Illinois.
     
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Lori Levy:
I feel like I am there in that beautiful scene when I read your poem.
Posted 08/13/2019 12:03 AM
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Arlene Gay Levine:
May we always remember to take the time to have such moments of grace hiding in plain sight each day. Wonderful, Michael!
Posted 08/12/2019 01:34 PM
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bettiebill:
Mike, each time I read this poem I notice something new or different about the landscape. It's always fresh and inviting.
Posted 08/12/2019 10:13 AM
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