Yard Sale of Thoughts

Flowers can not compete with characters,
not even in springtime when clover quilts the field
and infant sheep graze. A home pasture,
but Sibyl journeys far away lost in words bundled
in an exciting array, a novel published just that day.

And in her repose, she goes on adventures
far beyond the gate and chimney, though the latter
smokes, signaling Sibyl must prepare the evening supper,
and haul firewood for the mealtime stove.

Sibyl measures her pleasure in chapters, and
as the light shrinks, her mind grows.
A woman that yearns not for the rose,
but for the turning of pages. To lie down
and let the story line, yet to unfold, blossom.

©2025|K.F.Hartless

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Cover Art: Winslow Homer

GloPoWriMo#27: Today we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that describes a detail in a  painting, and that begins, like Auden’s poem, with a grand, declarative statement.