backyard

i sit on the lip of the porch

the cold grass at my feet

to any other eyes but mine

would it seem obsolete?

a golden light shines down

illuminating the leaves

there is the scent of wet earth

a silhouette of distant eaves

the ivy covered walls

the blue haze of sunset sky

a dark shadow looms above

her branches stretching high

and i sit on the lip of the porch

a painted figure in a frame of mind

there was home here once

with sparks and spines it twined

don't say goodbye just yet

there is thunder in our mountains

say that it will happen soon

there will be silver in our fountains

this house will never fall down

blow and blow, huff and puff in vain

a learned reminder, a gentle breeze

the rattling tracks, a faraway train

the grass and ground give

we sway off course

it trickles down like pitch

we never have any remorse