Inside and Out
There is a forest of evergreens laden with snow.
And the snow is deep on the ground,
and the ground hibernates and dreams.
I remember that much.
But I think most dreams are lost at the crossing,
or burn up during entry,
and never make it to the open eyes of the world.
Still, some of them do.
Like this bird singing spring.
Like me hearing it.
John Skeen is a composer, painter and poet living in Portland, ME. He began setting his own paintings to his own original music, writing the music manuscript on the painting itself. He met Richard Garrigus, a bird photographer and artist himself, a few years ago, and started writing poems to Richard's photos. John is active as a volunteer in Portland, especially among the immigrant community in helping people with English and with negotiating the complexities of our culture.
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