A climb to Matisse.

A climb to matisse 

sit back and relax with me remaining in town

Watching ships that they can’t sail or weigh anchors 

two chiming silent lions without a key 

you cant shake a decorated tree 

you may have to learn to wait and see 

For the first abstract frosts of September.

They spin out and without subtitled subtly 

losing meaning to a medium 

of a golden archway 

along a meridian called time.