Artist: Edgar Degas

it is unsettling
in this moment,
that i should be
vain in thought.
is contentment
water so deep
and air as still?
maybe this is
a time to breathe
and prepare for
an approaching
breeze held aloft
by summer’s warmth
urged by spring’s
uncertainty.

(c) 2016 rickjstassi

Renoir

O, do you still see
daffodils?
roses standing fast
in the garden
without tears but
bold and brave.
there is nothing
but fragrance left
in those old blankets
folded neatly beside the bed
where you slept.
they are just
as you left them.
the room is still untouched
because he fears
tidiness may cause
a wrinkle in your memory.
even a little matters.
he at times struggles
existence without you.
a tear from heaven
cascades
far down
to his cheek
it is a reminder
to last forever
in your touch.

(c) 2016 rick stassi