City Rain
after “Spring Showers,” circa 1900, by Alfred Stieglitz
These delicate mists
soften almost everything—
stones, concretes, bricks.
The old woman
in a black hat
bends
toward pavement;
the pavement shines
like the surface
of a lake, a lake ringed
by buildings
shimmering like hills.
Everything
seems to dissolve~
except this singular
sapling,
its slender trunk
rocketing
out from
a circle
of black iron,
firing
dark clouds,
explosions
of new buds,
fresh-inked on
this silver sky.
Leslie Schultz
It is raining here today, and I thought I would try a double imitation. Here is a poem inspired by a lovely New York image from more than a hundred years ago with, I think, the distinctive look of a Japanese brush painting. To see a digital image of one print of this evocative photographic capture by Alfred Stieglitz in the collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, click HERE.
Meanwhile, my more prosaic–and sun-drenched–black and white image, taken a couple of blocks from my house, is below.
Hoping your day holds joy in all weathers-–Leslie
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