Friday, January 28, 2022

Already There

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

Original artwork SOLD 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 SOLD 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