IMPROVISATION#136
FEBRUARY 6

Snow suddenly disappears
as if picture postcards hide
New England shadows
where we have been
shifts the weather wind
as seen from my window
until the sun rides on my roof
as sparrows are seen trembling
on the lifts of the ski ledge
by a hedge of songbirds
water drops unwind soundly
from a narrow Cambridge gutter
outside my sound proof studio
clearing my mind for words
as my sax riffs fills my mind
in this one frozen underground
with my jazz melody echoing
and heard inside my walls
by a still life painting by Chagall
as it remains for a quoting poet
to compose willing notes
from the skin of a musician
as he relaxes on willing notes
waiting like a bird for his call.