A Sunburst on Helen's Lawn

Rolling

Windpipes and a growing green

Saddled any seers sight who saw

A smashed brass once underground

Fiddling with air and ear

In the gracious company of a martyred

Cherry's solid seasons

There is a glory: fingers, knee, wood and brass
On Helen's lawn, she's gone at last.

T. J. M. 91
For Marc Manley