“Autumn Dusk” and “Mourning Dove”, a poem and a tanka.

Photo to the east

Watercolor, 2006, Jane Kohut-Bartels,

 Stuttering winds blow across

Clouds tinted by the failing sun.

Brittle air softens,

Now a faded blue–

Shade of an old man’s watery eyes.

A late flock of Sandhill cranes lift off,

Pale bodies blending in the

Twilight with legs

Flowing dark streamers,

Their celestial cries fall to

Earth–

A harsh, chiding rain.

The trees in the valley

Are massed in darkness

As waning light leaches

Color from nature,

Creeps from field to hillock

And all below prepares for the

Rising of the Corn Moon.

Even frogs in the pond

Listen between croaks

For the intention of the night.

–Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

Barn Owl, J. Kohut-Bartels, 1999, watercolor

A mourning dove cries

It is such a mournful sound

Perhaps a fierce owl

Has made it a widow.

Oh! It breaks my heart, her cry.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

copyrighted, 2016

 

Chessie coming through a flower bed of zinnias

Our Chessie, coming through the zinnias.  Chessie died October 14th, 2014.  We miss you so much, kitty. He was abandoned by neighbors and took up with us for 14 years.

 

All paintings and photographs by the author.

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