Lazer-red dot
seeping sideways
into dazzling lip
of
stretching smile

Growing
at every glance
to utmost beauty

I've seen you now
rolling-heavy-trundle
out of that half-barn
to stand behind the tree stumps
in your glory
in the corner of the field

There you are
orange-quiet
and warm
round-and-large

Lifting on your heavenly thread
over cuckoo-breast and brook
majestic sloe-berry hop
and
now
you're at the top
of furrowed field
bathing woodpecker into
pink-knock-bliss

Lighting wooden tables
in antique rooms
with dusty shafts
of
soul