Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Call

Spring Rise

Cold winds are broken, bees song in flight,
swollen with pollen, engorged with sunlight;
New buds that welcome, warmth formed anew
dawn-lights first token, soft mellow dew;

The ice that enfolds, a life's hidden embers
melts all around, a heart that remembers;
The seasons roll round, on Loves subtle rainbow,
shoots spring from ground, whilst winter is laid low;

On cool crisp clear mornings, we push and move fast,
on hue speckled dawning's, we grow from the past;
If in our days, we trace birds sweet song,
natures new ways, sure to turn all along;

The winds that blew icy, from climbs that were colder,
signal times constant dance, in the rounds one loop older.
Cherish this gift, life's love freely given,
for your heart springs anew, with a soul freshly risen;

For this cycle that wheels, with and without us,
subtly feels, all the lovers and doubters.
With natures fresh kiss, a breathe, softly spoken,
close your eyes and you'll miss, dark nights spell thats broken;

Arise and renew, walk in fields lush with clover,
be as one sky thats blue, for deaths storm now is over;
So when in the dusk, we recount loves first sunlight,
rest assured that with hope, we may sleep safe the long night.

RMP (1997)

Poetry by Richard Michael Parker, Richard kindly gave me permission to use his beautiful words in conjunction with this painting.


  1. I love this work. It's very expressive and full of so much emotion. The colors are very lush and wonderful.