[RCL]

Yet another take:

Spring’s Artist

April rainbows are spring’s palettes
for painting over winter’s whiteness,
bliss for bees and humming birds
that sip the season’s wildest brews,
sweet nectars deep in blooming flowers.
His humans mime birds’ mating songs,
but spring’s Artist renews details,
admitting yearly errors, and alters
the energy of flora, fauna, people;
shifts light and shade, colors warm
to hot, those cool to cold, the strong
to weaker, then White—that unseen prism’s
power, the paradox of light,
from the Artist’s pentimenti palette.



Rev 3

Just a quick take on something taught in grad school:

The Artist’s Edits

This is the best of all possible worlds
Pangloss after Leibniz

Our Artist repaints what He’s made
as if each season’s just a test
and is not yet impeccably remade.
But He is perfect, uses the best
plans to make a perfect world?
The myriad worldwide miseries
that human history’s unfurled
due to the Artist’s uncertainties
is like a poet’s reprising old themes
only best within spring dreams.


Rev 1

The Rainbow's Reasons

Spring’s Artist reviews details
(pentimenti?), each season alters:

chiaroscuro, colors warm
to hot, those cool to cold, the strong
to weak and white—that unseen prism’s

tints, the essence of life’s light,
are every spring’s immortal palette.


Spring’s Palettes

April rainbows are spring’s palettes
for painting over winter’s whiteness
with yellow, orange, green and violet,

indigo, red and blue, all drawing
bees and hummingbirds to sip
the wildest liquors (never brewed!),

those nectars deep in blooming flowers.
But our Artist reviews details
(pentimenti?), each season alters:

chiaroscuro, colors warm
to hot, those cool to cold, the strong
to weak and pale—then, unseen prism

tints, the essence of life’s light,
are every spring’s immortal palette.