light splashed

kmili_LightSplashed_8x16

8x16
oil on linen board

 

In a private collection

sold through Edgewater Gallery

I’ve painted metal roofs many times,
and I love this barn’s cascade of shadow and light.
The barn is in Clarendon, Vermont on the way to the Rutland Airport.
The title is from another of my favorite poems, with apologies to the shell pink anemones.

The Round
Stanley Kunitz

Light splashed this morning
on the shell-pink anemones
swaying on their tall stems;
down blue-spiked veronica
light flowed in rivulets
over the humps of the honeybees;
this morning I saw light kiss
the silk of the roses
in their second flowering,
my late bloomers flushed with their brandy.
A curious gladness shook me.

So I have shut the doors of my house,
so I have trudged downstairs to my cell,
so I am sitting in semi-dark
hunched over my desk
with nothing for a view
to tempt me
but a bloated compost heap,
steamy old stinkpile,
under my window;
and I pick my notebook up
and I start to read aloud
the still-wet words I scribbled
on the blotted page:
“Light splashed . . .”

I can scarcely wait till tomorrow
when a new life begins for me,
as it does each day,
as it does each day.