Picture Perfect

Up the hill Around the bend Across from the old Wood house Lies a small family grave yard Fenced and untouched In what used to be wood swamp But is now acres of open ground There are two stones And two trees Entwined I painted it at sundown In an attempt to recreate A more permanent Champagne sunset It has hung over the kitchen fireplace For at least a year Last week I saw An Indian Leaping onto a horse Rearing into the sunset’s glow All in the leaves Of two painted trees Moved by "Superlative Senses" I wrote this as comments