Friday, January 28, 2022

Already There


Already There ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2022

Original artwork available at Gallery 322





This night, so clear,
 with a sky full of stars;
 the blinking ones are travelers
 on their way somewhere;
 the rest are already there.


                      ~Michael Douglas Jones 
                       Parcel №8


Saturday, January 22, 2022

May Storm

May Storm ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2022

Original artwork available at Gallery 322


   After the blue flame and thunder of the eastward storms, in the valley branch, the water rolls, drip-rippling over stones, white foam rising, its rhythm repeats, repeats, repeats, as an ostinato of spring peepers, toads, and tree frogs rises, reaches me; redwings, nesting in the cattails, join that unseen symphony.
 This refrain repeats, as this  romance repeats, and becomes our song. This is our dance, again and again. 

                     ~ Michael Douglas Jones
                                         Parcel №7






 

Friday, January 7, 2022

An Unseen Symphony

An Unseen Symphony ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2022

Original artwork available at Gallery 322



   In my memory of moments, there were too few early summer evenings outside on the cedar bench; my old friend, the cedar bench; the two of us, grayed with age, waiting for the moon to rise. We would sit in silence, as audience to the sunset songs of crickets, frogs, and creek; all in perfect harmony.

   Somehow, they knew which symphony was scheduled each evening. Too soon that faraway chorus was overwhelmed by unseen cicadas practicing a Philip Glass concerto behind a green curtain; too shy to let us see the performance. I applauded anyway, but the moon was rising; there would be no encore. Even the crows cawed out for more. 

   We waited, and wished; we wanted more, but all and all, it was enough to last me through this winter.
                                        


                                                                 ~Michael Douglas Jones



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Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Cottonwhite

Cottonwhite ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2021

Original artwork available at Gallery 322 





   The slightest snowfall overnight, fresh cover of cottonwhite, a clean page for the day's poetry.

    Up and over the ridge, written on the paperwhite of fresh snow, the meandering graceful script of buck and doe.

                                          ~ Michael Douglas Jones
                                                      Parcel №6


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Thursday, December 9, 2021

Wrapped in Wonder

Wrapped in Wonder ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2021

Original artwork SOLD at Gallery 322 


    From a rowhouse window, I watch the slightest sliver of waning crescent, quiet as candlelight, still as the edge of the eastern horizon, in the crisp November night, three hours before it disappears into dawn. The room is at rest, ready for December, and I am wrapped in winter wool, writing in the waning light of two wax tapers. Waxing, waning, and moving toward new moon, where we begin again.
                  
                                                           ~ Michael Douglas Jones
                                                                      Parcel №5







 

Saturday, November 27, 2021

Wishes

Wishes ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2021
Original artwork SOLD at Gallery 322 



      This morning, predawn; a hobbled   greybeard walks the dew path toward the fox hollow road; oakwood smoke in the air below the last half moon of winter; the slightest hint of stars swirling beyond the eastern tree tops, above the winding valley branch.  Wrens and redbirds staccato in the maples before the crows take flight. All the players are in their proper place for the shooting star, brighter than the moon, from zenith to the valley in a second; a moment only, but in that flash, a greybeard becomes a boy once again, a child of wonder once again, wishing on a star.

 

    He wishes for a walk upon a dew path toward the fox hollow road.


                                     ~Michael Douglas Jones


                                    Parcel №4





 

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Forevernow

 

Forevernow ~ L'assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones  ©2021
Original artwork SOLD at Gallery 322 




    On the Bethesda Church road, as the  storm moves east, beneath the cushion of cloud veiled dawn, a heron angel glides west above the rain wet road that ribbons down the valley of cut corn, to lightly land at the edge of Bennett Creek where cow and calf, Madonna and Child, drink fresh rainwater, and I stand in that still, quiet congregation of thanks giving.