aerie, eyrie, perch
leaves float on unseen breezes
I sit pen in hand
wanting to capture
it all on the page but words
cannot hold the wind
aerie is my place on the second floor of a 4-plex located in a colorful
Southside neighborhood. It is a small town within the larger town that
is Birmingham. My studio/office has a view of
the street below.
I write here, paint here and yes sometimes I
just watch the parade of life below. My desk sits in front of a window,
so I can ignore the mess as I work and look out at the view. My view
is a large tree whose branches are a stone’s throw away where birds come
and stare at me as much as I stare at them.
The street below is quiet
with the occasional. Squirrels run from neighborhood cats; occasional
joggers run by morning and evening, young children and university
students come and go from school, cars leave for work in the morning and
come home in the evening
my aerie, I watched the leaves, a golden yellow rain fall in flurries
from the tree out front. Nature parades past my window, seasons come
and go, rain, snow, trees go from barren to green to a rain shimmering
autumn leaves carried on the wind leaving them bare once again.
No words of mine can do them justice. Catch the rain and the wind, try without end.