after Bob Ross
little Prussian blue sky
striped with clouds descending
a woods coming to life on the canvas
reflected in the water, trees
forest floor where the crawlers dwell
there is serenity in the midnight black
of the water and I wonder, when will
the cabin appear? It always does.
I like the little details you include that remind me of Bob Ross—“Prussian blue” “woods coming to life in the canvas / reflected in water”—and I also like the question and answer at the end. Great poem!