|Credit: Terry S Amstutz|
The house in the distance
its pumpkin-warm windows
flash out over an expanse
of naked fields, mown rows,
the crops gone, and an autumn
of fluorescent lilies floated home.
Did you swing by my haunts,did I stop at your windows?
it’s not really important
but they’re all good to know
why lilies replace the crop
and what lily-pads choose to cup.
|Credit: Terry S. Amstutz|
to keep warmth in, all windows -
their metal must be weathered -
their polished panes must close,
show a glow-in-the-dark façade
but the warmth cannot be shared.
Shared at dVerse where the photography of mobius faith provides the prompt this day.