More joy painting magnolias! The grey rainy weather we’ve been having is mitigated by the sight of these beautiful blooms along the streets. As with the previous magnolia painting, as well as expressing the feeling of the flowers, an important part was to imply a background while strongly simplifying the actual background that was there.
Tom’s poem reminds us of just how much we appreciate these flowers at the end of a dark and gloomy winter.
Dashing flowers in the dark
ahead of all the dull police
who would lock away the spark
that from the sky just like a thief
they’ve stolen: all the starry light
that twinkles in the winter night!
They’ve run with it into the spring
which to the poor downtrodden brings
a breath of hope to ease the pain
of dreary lives all painted grey
showing them a better way
to stand against the boring grain.
Each petal wild and yet just so:
in dark or day they brightly glow.
The residential streets here in Vancouver are all abloom with cherry blossoms and magnolias. To my eye the magnolias are almost strangely exotic in their extravagance …beautiful and ephemeral.
Tom’s poem almost magically catches that quality and that moment.
From tropic climes to temperate tropes
blooming bright, first off the mark,
before their leaves have burst with hopes
of summer sun and sultry dark
deep starry nights of beauty wild:
magnolias cast off their mild
and staid retiring winter manner
throwing out their blossom’s banners
to catch a bee or beetle’s fancy
drawing them into a tryst
while the sun drives off the mist in morning glow like yellow tansy.
The stars of Earth shine in the trees
where magnolias catch spring’s breeze.
Another in my growing series of small oil paintings of flowers. This one was inspired by pictures I took last year about this time of local flowering bushes. They looked pretty exotic to me with their shiny year round foliage and plump, juicy blooms. I am starting to get used to the different flora here but it still seems a bit strange that it’s now the beginning of spring both on the calendar and for the flowers!
Tom wrote a wonderful poem for this one!
Scarlet dresses sweep and dance
through their brief and heady turn
around the ballroom. They advance
from bud to blossom as they burn
with the blooming life of spring
careless of what summer brings.
For now the moment is their all:
to live as if no Autumn’s fall
will ever mute their colours bright.
Today they reign as princesses
whose beauty n’er diminishes
in the face of time’s swift flight.
Their glow will light all future ways
However short may be their days.
I saw these while out walking a week ago. Since then, we have had a cold snap with unusual (for Vancouver) below freezing temperatures and even snow on the ground. Poor crocuses! Even though they bloom so early, they are so fragile.
Tom’s poem brings warm Spring to life!
Hearts of fire and leaves of smoke
are rising up above the ground
where the Goddess Spring has spoke
walking softly, strong and sound
as she arises from the depths
where in Winter cold she wept
for the loss of light and love
in the world so far above.
Now her breath brings earth to life
spreading beauty far and wide
flooding deserts like the tide
that drowns out want and woe and strife.
The Goddess smiles upon her flowers
brought to life by love’s great power.