Tuesday, October 12, 2021

Illusion

Covid continues to dog the vaccinated and unvaccinated alike. It is both a topic of concern or a subject to downplay, especially in the north woods.


Illusion


Some of Winslow Homer's clouds

belong to the sunrises. Opalescent

conchs of early morning.


If he were painting now

in the north woods, wisps of steam


above a lake shaded periwinkle

would beckon.


And in that mist he might place

an outline of a boat with the smudge 

of a fisherman casting,


unconcerned with whispers

of a plague swirling around him.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor



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