The Red Stain

A vision aRose

of expansive yellow..

with careful sighting

a small but definite

Rose stain appears..

Her self-portrait

claims this identity..

She asks if I hear

the sound of a poem..

with careful listening

a violin string

the approaching sound

 resembles most..

the string declares in

 ecstatic pain and joy

new birth once more

coming of Spring...!

for Eileen Rose...