Spring Union

oil on canvas, 54" x 50", 2004, SOLD

Aria of the Wolf Tree

By Bryan Rye

 
We knelt together on the boughs of the wolf tree,
watching yellow streaks loup up gray bark
to chase spindle bodied simians betwixt verdant
spans.  Limbs stirred, our hair flowed, shadows skipped.
“Was that a red man there, clapping calloused
hands?  Or a nest of hawks, preening sanguine
feathers?”  She laughed, high and free, an aria.

 

 

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