Mellow

These soft hours,

The color of blurred pebbles

And wan sand,

Are an old worn fringe

About the breasts

Of the mellow afternoon.

The lilac lake

Is a saucer-thin-

Burdened with faint blue rings.

The brown velvet doz

Is a curved attitude

Upon the lawn.

Jagged in the black tree-lines

The frayed sun languishes-

A pale pink poppy

Grown too large.