Michael's Chronicles: Parrish

It's been a while since we've heard from my brother, who, as always, is chewing up the highways working the shows that sell the wooden instruments. Work is always on his mind, but it's never the only things that's on his mind.

Parrish

 

Oh thank you Maxfield

You have sent your sky

To comfort the end

Of my too long day

I am grateful my friend

 

Your mind and your hand

The gifts that live on

Indelible images

Transcendent of time

I am thankful my friend

 

Cast across the west horizon

Those pastel blues and sherbet oranges

Easing me into the winter’s eve

Washing my mind’s chatter away

I am quieting my friend

 

My mother knew you well

She was the one

To point out your truth to me

Breathing, not so much speaking it

“Look, son. It’s a Maxfield Parrish sky.”

 

So when I see you coming

I always think of Margaret

She left so many gifts behind

And you…..you are among the best

I am humbled my friend