Providence

Impregnable soil Dried roots they toil Reaching to quench their thirst Extinguish the fire Burning up higher Late summer sun is perverse Scorching the painting Left remaining The Rembrandt of spring created Panoramic colors Melt and flutter As the canvas is slowly cremated Naturally Mother Responds to recover Mindfully saving the pieces Wisely stitches together For coming cold weather A blanket to warm her cold feet with an original poem by the Poemdog Daniel Turner