At Rest Beneath the Singing Tree

At Rest Beneath the Singing Tree

At Rest Beneath the Singing Tree

I came upon a singing tree
its winged inhabitants soared free –
chattering noisily, endlessly

It towered high against the sky
its curving branches intertwined
with twilight, showing from behind

And down beneath the serenade
that all those avian natives made
A King returning from a Crusade
nestled calmly in the shade

Surely great victories he had won
and mighty triumphs worthily sung
His work was finished, and well done
and now he rests, at set of sun.

NOTES ON THE CREATIVE PROCESS: The image was painted in watercolors. The poetry is based on whatever thoughts and feelings that the image happened to inspire within me when I was reviewing it. In this way, I am translating what is expressed in a “visual language” to a verbal form of expression. So note how the Context is being interchanged…

At Rest Beneath the Singing Tree