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a seat on the train
empty except for the dust
and a beam of light

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what seemed like silence
melted into a medley
of quiet noises

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Squirrels scamper by.
A rustling, and then silence.
A bird flies far off.

Museum Monday #5

Tucked away in a corner of Saint Luke's studio, his signifying ox peeks out with a gentle look on his face. This is a detail from Rogier van der Weyden's great picture, Saint Luke Drawing the Virgin, in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. There is a legend that the accomplished Luke, an artist as well as a doctor and writer, drew a portrait from life of Mary the Mother of Jesus. You can find various icons that claim to be either the original or a faithful copy of the likeness. Luke is the patron saint of artists and his feast day is 18 October.

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grim shadows gather
lengthening through the long day
then melt into night

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grey blanket of clouds
pulled by unexpected winds
over chilly stars

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The stranger looked up.
Then he said just a moment.
It was a moment.

Friday photo 2017/41

lost shoe, June 2017

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confused by the clouds
which way can a flower turn
searching for the sun

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the sun burns orange
brown skies over blackened earth
smoke hangs heavily