Look at the maple by the bay window
benevolent toward all seasons
In summer no swearing about sweltering heat;
she opens her heart to the sun
In winter no lamenting the stark naked freeze;
she goes inward for dreams and renewal
This poem was inspired by a piece in a recent Austin Kleon newsletter about Corita Kent about the seasons of creative work. The creative work of Corita Kent inspired an earlier post of mine, Riot of Courageous Mess. Austin Kleon has also inspired my work, particularly a blackout poem I wrote last year called Cutting From Black. It seems my inspiration comes in slow cycles like an annual breath of a maple.