Abstraction
-- Wyn Cooper

The abstraction of Rothko
square clouds on canvas 

The drips of Pollock
rain that pours down 

Snow squall lip balm
hands in our pockets 

The dream of spring
still just a dream 

Dust swirls in our eyes
motes from the past 

Flames singe skin
no math explains that 

The sadness of computers
the looks on cows’ faces 

Vespers vespers vespers
the quietude of hours 

Trees blow sideways
sun gone for the season 

Four cold days in a row
count our blessings 

Table set for two
the aroma of garlic 

Coyote crying in the night
stars that never end

[via Blackbird Fall 2013 ]