In Cold Spring Air
by Reginald Gibbons

In cold
spring air the
white wisp-
visible
breath of
a blackbird
singing—
we don’t know
to un-
wrap these blind-
folds we
keep thinking
we are
seeing through

In cold
spring air the
white wisp-
visible
breath of
a blackbird
singing—
we don’t know
to un-
wrap these blind-
folds we
keep thinking
we are
seeing through
I especially like the art print. It reminds me of a huge Marimekko textile I had stretched onto a frame that hung in my living room years ago. It's in the storage unit now...
ReplyDeleteJudging from your label "Thank God it's Monday," I must assume that you worked over the weekend and this is your day of rest....
I suspect some are not even 'thinking' they are seeing the world thru blindfolds!
ReplyDeleteReading your blog stimulates all six senses available - I do enjoy it very much, thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove it, love it, love it. And that blackbird image is so spectacular.
ReplyDeleteWonderful image. Love the poem (time to go unwrap blindfold--ow!)
ReplyDeletequite wonderful, thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Yes, let's unwrap our blindfolds!
ReplyDeletewow, where is that amazing piece of art from?
ReplyDeleteFantastic. Wonderful poem. Perfect print. Happy reader. ~;^)
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