Poem for Saturday: Clouds “Autumn”, pastel, 12″ x 24″, 1998 © B.E. Kazmarski Enjoying the outdoors just for the sake of it, or gardening, or creating, I find myself watching the clouds. Yesterday, a storm rolled in at sunset, the temperature has dropped from a balmy Indian Summer with sun to chilled and wet, and I watched heavy gray clouds march across the blue skies. Clouds Roiling clouds blown by winds Before a summer thunderstorm, Huge constructions in purple and blue And lurid green tinged with coral. The delicate lace of a fair summer day, Puffs and wisps in white and cream Shaded with lilac and blue And edged in yellow. Hazy wisps in autumn Moving slowly from one horizon to the next, Never amounting to much. The heavy purple rainclouds of a late spring afternoon Looming on the horizon Shadowing the early wan sun And promising a rainy night. The approach of the first storm of winter As flat gray clouds form in the west, In their shadow bringing the first reminder Of the eternal cold of year’s end. “Autumn”, above, is one of a commissioned series of four paintings created to fit a frame a customer’s father had made by hand. Each window was 12″ x 24″ with no room for a mat, so my pastels would fit exactly into each space. Seeing where she lived and other art she had inspired the “Four Seasons” with images, not from the view from her windows but familiar from the region. This is a small creek running through the middle of an abandoned hay field, the mix of deciduous trees each in its own shade and reflected in the still water. The water reflects the sky directly above, still blue, while storm clouds rise from the horizon. Read the rest of the poetry from my annual poetry reading and art show at Andrew Carnegie Free Library & Music Hall, in 2009 entitled Change of Season and see other autumn art in my Etsy shop. Paths I Have Walked, collected poems. About Art of the Watershed and the Collected Poems A series of seasonal images of the Lower Chartiers Watershed “I have travelled a good deal in Concord,” said Henry David Thoreau in Walden, his paradox of exploring a small town and its surroundings teaching him as much about human life and the interactions of nature as if he had traveled rare and exotic places about the globe. I’d love to paint faraway exotic places, but in the interests of time I stay close to home for my hiking, bicycling, canoeing, walking and painting excursions, that being the valley where the Lower Chartiers Creek flows. I’ve seen some exquisite sights on my adventures, and committed them to various media. The most moving are the ones I’ve chosen to paint large and in detail so that I might convey at least a portion of the grandeur that moved me beyond awe to action, sharing the places right around us though most people would never see them. Thus was born the series offering an image indicative of the watershed in each season. Visit my website to see the full set of paintings included in the “Art of the Watershed” series. And visit my poetry page to see more about my poetry and other writing. Autumn in the Valley availability You can find a full-size giclee plus various sizes of digital prints, framed and unframed in my Etsy shop. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Post navigation The Patterns We SetThe Ruby Slipper Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.