Contributor: Marsha Solomon

Marsha Solomon is a New York artist whose work has been exhibited nationally and internationally in galleries and museums. Her poetry has been published in both American and international art and literary journals, and recently a monographic book on her work, "From Rhythm to Form" was published by Cross-Cultural Communications.

Looking Up I see the motions of many astonishing minds The markings of women astronomers Shaping the cosmos Exploring nebulae, comets and the movement Of time and space. Holding hands in a circle of light…

Embrace the all and everything, Eternal, comforting, like a colorful cover Soft as clouds, Truthful as kindness spoken. Hold love like a being as yourself A part, a whole, caressing, comforting, Lifting like notes in…

Snowflakes disguise the once clear glassClinging to chairs and winding steps,As mounds of snow like moons and starsBlanket spaces where mockingbirds once stood. Calligraphic weaves through empty branchesCover the sliding doors In abstract designsWhile whirling…

Like many beads of moisture Scattered as lace across the grass Yellows mixed with greens and umbers Blanket the yard reaching wide and full. Not expecting the length of day  To invite words to form…

The moon in a shadowed sky. November enters singing in surprising warmth. Day spent baking in many hands Encircled as one tastes As family approaches We embrace the time in gentle movements Of body and…

As I wash onions Their many skins falling Like autumn leaves, I watch colors swirl before me On the easel. Forming a heart of the purest blue As images brushed big and bright Melt into…

The day’s rain turns pink and green islands bright yellow Whispering clouds enlighten the scene The night remains pearly and soft between darkened clouds A crescent moon appears as the summer triangle Emerges long before…

I travel to Jupiter and Saturn when evening skies darkenPlanets spinning, rarely seen, as bright lanterns.With morning memoriesI walk in poetic strides.Grasses are damp beneath my toes-The path in autumn daysWhere leaves scatter as random…