Bright autumn days

Shining through the glass

The image stays

As if it never would pass

Rain collecting on the ashes

Roof still glowing from the braze

The red and orange flashes

Licking away the hay to graze.

Long put out

But still remain aglow

The embers of all doubt

What is left to show?

As the roof slopes off

And tires melt

The bricks will drop

And cards all dealt

The barn has burned

The butter churned

The sun rises again.