Cottage In the Woods

COTTAGE IN THE WOODS It’s hazy A scrim tints all shades the same – like the Washed-yellow flowers fronting a shallow pond – Making ghostly the cozy, little cottage beyond, Which rises from the rushes and wild cover, Nearly hidden by jack pine And so dense – one, the foremost, in sad decline. I pause, delay, to pick some wayward blooms, Grown curious what lay within the cottage rooms Oh, it’s a summer thing this soulful bliss, Thatched roof and potted-window muse, Snow White and dwarfs, a true love’s kiss A sudden, fishy plash, though, disturbs my reverie - The weedy pond, all ripples reflection - The whole become some cubist fantasy