Day Out Remembered/Monologue On Cezanne (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I said there is a lemon wind in a painting by Cezanne
also an azure one, they are crosscurrents in the same wind actually,
I feel that this is so in the darkening of May
a storm is on the way so we took our umbrellas
and I continued,
but going at different speeds on different tracks
you said (I think) , I can't pinpoint your disease
it's time you were heading back...
so I walked a little way farther on
and said to myself
I will sing to myself by myself about the painting of Cezanne
about the azure, then the lemon wind
I will find my way to the yellow house behind the trees
with a scarlet roof dappled. a blue green mountain daubed
farther off
as if on a Chinese tapestry, the mountain I mean and in a dream with its requisite laurel
and you will never come to hear my heartfelt lectures on art and
the artist
ill at ease who wanted to live in a yellow house with an azure
breeze you dubbed me
and the trees far off when you see them in the painting even when
you are as close as you can be so close you think you may fly off into
the lemon wind
and there at least God will listen to you.
I mean, to me.
mary angela douglas 3 december 2021; 28 march 2023