Under The Catulpa Tree

Last evening I was one of seventeen poets reading at a poetry gathering in beautiful Van Dusen Gardens in Vancouver.
The weather was perfect for an outdoor event...with the sun goldening our surroundings...early on...and the sun set later...
painting the clouds to the west. I noticed how still but light the air was...promoting a feeling of well being all round...unlike
the way it is in the oppressive humid August nights often experienced in eastern cities in Canada. We gathered in a semi-circle...with the heart shaped leaves of the widest branched catulpa tree I've ever seen...low enough above our heads...to reach up and touch them. Someone said it was like being at a picnic without the food...although it might be said the poems
read were food for our imaginations and thoughts. At poetry readings...I confess...I often get "glazed" after a while...but on
this one it was good to be present...in one of the oasis spots in Vancouver...soaking up the beauty of a late August evening...
and from time to time...connecting with a poetic phrase or two........................Quester.