green, of browning leaves,
one tree, an oak, and corn
stretching to all sides away
and above the sun, cut by
swallows, a dark hawk gliding,
a woman, my wife, beside me,
bees ochering about us,
beneath us flattened grass,
showy purple asters, goldenrod,
our blue shadows lost in
weeds and the branching darkness
beneath which we lie,
muted, earthen, neither
white nor colorless.