Staring at a Portrait

Heaven is under a poplar tree

The sun is west

With a solid wooden chair

To face life moving through

Bare feet for sweet crab grass

Un

cut

Un

reasonable

                               Un

pesticide

It’s padded down from children’s use

The sky is being evening completed

                               Carroty

                               Cherry

                               Olive

                               Cerulean

                               Flaxen fading

The season of autumn after summer

When the pure heat has left

Ill cures for colds are emerging from hibernation

Dormant no longer

And life is still

Before still

Moving on