The Bookish Kind: Where They Stepped

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Where They Stepped

The setting for this painting is St. Mark's Square, Venice. I have been to the real place and the birds were joyful and plentiful there. These three ladies out for an afternoon stroll. I've walked where they stepped, it could have been me. Their footsteps were my footsteps. I know it's a painting, but it comes to life for me, having been there long ago. You can feel the life in the painting, the joy in their steps.

by Vincenzo Migliaro

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth