On The Eve Of Fall a Poem by Stephen Craig Rowe

On the eve of fall night light is damp with full clouds and a chill in the air.  Some stars shine as others fade in the gray sky of night.  Roses speak soft poetry and turn deaf gardens into light.  Trees on the ridge thin as brush rustles in doe steps and tap dance of pattering rain.  Perhaps a quiet turn of seasons or perhaps a turn of light twists dawn to day with recall of the father and all the poetry there is and was and ever be well.

In The Fold Of A Rose Photos By Stephen Craig Rowe

2011 2012

In The Fold Of A Rose By Stephen Craig Rowe

On Eve Of Solstice

On eve of solstice there is a heat in the air.  A more than warm breeze.  Recall poetry past
then write new words as they fall on the page in light and folds of the rose.  There in a
moments bless green surges to twilight waiting for rain with one hand in the earth and one
hand in the stars.  Wearing night like a crown she drapes my time around her.  As ever be well

 

Willie Nelson - Come On Up To The House (Sheryl Crow, Lukas Nelson)

Willie Nelson - That's All There Is To This Song

Poetry And Roses By Stephen Craig Rowe

Some images are just right and once captured hold a special moment.

A white rose and Black Baccara provide a most pleasing contrast in this composition.

Then get it right again.

As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe

In The Light Of A Rose By Stephen Craig Rowe

In the light of a rose there seems to me to be a fair and poetic land.  Where color is true soft and bright.  A place of peace and yearning.
In the adventure
of
Spring.

As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

Above The Green by Stephen Craig Rowe

Above the green a fair sky graced the evening with lavender clouds.  Laced with soft hues of pink and purple against the blue.  A poet went sailing as quiet as a cat on the prowl in words, the ridge and woods. 
Poetry is best spoken quiet and near the light for all to see.
As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

One Hand In Earth, One Hand In The Stars And Eyes In The All By Stephen Craig Rowe A Garden Poem

 

How sweet the small flowers of spring seem to the gardener’s ghost that laid dark in winter sheds with cobwebs and dust.  Rakes and shovels tucked in a corner near old stuff gaining rust and failing memories.  Then spring comes!  There is a joy!  In the spark of the light.  The rush and flurry of birds and creatures on the ridge and upon the lands.  Working the earth and touching the stars.  Wearing night like a crown she drapes my time around her.  And we are one forever in the All.  As ever be well, with love

My Love She Speaks Like Silence And I Hear Her Now Loud And Clear A Word Poem Walking In Night Dreams by Stephen Craig Rowe

Some say the light is fading.  Some say the light is bright.  Some wait until the time is right to turn into the word.  We went hand in arm in hand with a hug like no other.  Then danced in the stars, became one forever entwined and with one soft step fell off the stage.  I was fallen and broke my wings as I wrapped them around another that should have been you.  This life is more  than a movie, or a slide shown sideways.  It is real.  And I am not jumping off the bridge again!  Smile.  Olive you more than words can tell. As ever be well

Out and About A Way Of Words In Spring by Stephen Craig Rowe

When one captures a bit of grace, it is held holy for a moment and given to the world.  The world then turns to the Universe as the unique beauty becomes of the All.  The Jonquil is as sure a sign of spring as is the Robin, warm days and rain on the ridge.  The flower is but fleeting, one day here and one day gone.  Rather like a twist of fate and more for each season brings new life, a curious change of light and joy for those who behold the symphony in awe.  As ever be well

Spring Song Spill Song Damper, A Painting Studio Poem by Stephen Craig Rowe

Early spring is a rush of action
bird song and critters about on the ridge.
A spark of life within the warming, a light in the
night as was the full moon of March came in my
windows. 
There I saw things in the glow and dreams.
Scratched a poem or so and made a sketch for a work
in progress.  Poetry in motion as it were.  A time, here and then,
and then again. 
You are the light of the world.  The All.
As ever be well.
Stephen Craig Rowe

Painting Studio in the Winter Wind, not. By Stephen Craig Rowe

 

     Winter winds today were nearly as soft as early spring.  Most odd for this time of year I thought while on my walk.  Most odd for this time of year.  Some say there is no global warming from the burning of trash, woodlands, excessive use of oil and gas.  It is all ok, some say and that it is only a natural cycle in the turning. 

     Some desire to preserve and not turn away.   I am only a simple painter and sometimes bad poet and don’t pretend to know about the grand plan.  Yet hold holy the Light in fine art and poetry.

      As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe