Picasso’s off angles
appear ready
to hurl rainbow arrows
in time for
our own blue period.
O’Keeffe’s immense petals
disappear
into her plein air campsite
as dust storms
blur edges
and she packs up her paint.
This Spring brings
its own distorted
version
of The Scream.
Will Monet’s Garden
ever scatter colors back
into leaf and bud?
Oh, to embrace again—
Mary Cassatt
holding a rosy child
near lilacs
on a table.
poems have recently been published in Banshee, Beir Bua, The Plague Papers, and The Ekphrastic Review as well as in several anthologies. Her poems have received three Pushcart nominations and her chapbook Postcards from the Lilac City was published by Finishing Line Press in 2020.