Watercolor on Paper
20 x 16 inches unframed
 
These colors remind me of the beauty of the wings of a goose, so I wrote this poem. 
 
The Goose
Bluejays, cardinals, yellow canaries—easy wins.
Admiring the black of dirt
the browns of weathered bark
the rusted leaves 
the greys of clouds
takes a special eye.
My feathers collect the understated tones
Neutrals, you might say.
Never do they resemble, the flamboyant 
flamingo or comical parrot.
This is beauty—to say nothing of an elegant neck,
steps as graceful as if stepping on glass.
Even in flight, we cover the sky 
with a chevron blanket.
Yet, you damn our dung
while surely earth swallows it, 
spits back a greener growth. 
You, with your infrastructures
and searing smokestacks, 
who are you to complain?