Dear Readers and Listeners! Happy Spring! Springtime is my favorite time of year. I feel invigorated, my creativity blossoms. I hope you do too. We all sorely need to see and feel the beauty around us in these times. This season, I feel the need to spring clean my thoughts. Shelving old projects, dusting off newer ones and approaching marketing and editing with a new perspective. An artist is a work in progress!
The weather is warming up here in France. The chill is surrendering to blue skies and tentative warmth. Trees are blooming, flowers are confidently sprouting. Every so often, the skies turn pink from the Saharan dust storms; yes, from Africa a lot of European countries feel the effects of the sand storm. Cars get coated for days! My poem about this phenomenon is here:
Faded rose skies
Blushing with the anxious jaundiced pallor of a skinned peach,
Exposed, waiting, cease to breathe.
Waiting for the world to stop,
Waiting for the purge of poison-laden memories,
Waiting for a hopeful future to uncover itself.
Life instead writes a memoriam in sand,
Letters of gold ephemera blowing across continents,
Sullying all in its path,
Stating, all shall bow to time
And be seized by that haunting sepulchral shade,
Of worried orange, sickly pink, diluted clumsily in a canvas of weak moral fiber,
To be released in the oubliettes of memory
Of what it means to exist.