HIDDEN IN THE EYE

Up on the mountain at this time of year, out of the fading whites and widening duns of postwinter, here and there of a sudden to the eye sweep broad swathes of purple along the banks of pale greening trees, as though god were Van Gogh, and with his broad stiff brush dipped in thick pigment is laying down strokes of deep purple, lavender and pale blue tints, blended in just that wild wisteria way, to capture beauty unfailing on this fresh canvas, catch the hungry eye with that touch just there - and there - to contrast and elaborate the world of this day in just that way...

Now and then we passersby pause to study those splashes of beauty, seeking the heart of the mastery, but we cannot find it, for it is hidden in the eye...