Plein Aire


Yellow grasses
straw yellow,
a flat pastel iridescence
ablaze in morning light
these California hills nestle
the freeway, in that flash of beauty
which lasts, thought paragraphs tick bye.
Simplicity heightened by ungrouped oaks
their green darkness and shadow a quiet eruption on
the face of low hill stillness. Plein aire's even blue embrace
holds emblazoned images on my mind
now transforming
me to
that other
place
behind
the
eye.

geoff 95