The field, brown and damp lay in tangles of brambles, weeds, and limbs
and the foggy air clings its mist as dew upon the earth;
the fence of wooden posts and wire is a fine mess of dead vines
with a solitary green arm making its appeal to an overcast sky.
The red cardinal makes his royal appearance, sharpening the scene
as a dramatic thought in the wake of a dream;
his good wife, the earth-toned lady with orange beak speaking of her role,
she gathers with him, leaving only vague, spotted prints in her train
while the earth awakens and the eager chirps fall on attentive ears.