A Cut Above

I normally don’t love Matisse.
His paintings leave me cold;
But I just saw his cut-outs show,
A pleasure to behold.

With giant scissors he would snip,
Creating shapes of whimsy
Which no one in New York should miss.
(Excuses will sound flimsy.)

In colors bold or more subdued,
Whichever he’d employ,
His cut-out pictures radiate
Exuberance and joy.

It’s great to find a side of someone
You’d not known existed,
Engendering an admiration
Previously resisted.