Fifteen Minues After Three
Fifteen minutes after three.
I look out beyond
The neatly patterened homes
Into the cold blue-gray background.
A pine sways slightly,
Alone -
Against the empty background.
Stillness is abundant-
Leaveless trees stand rigidly
In the bitter bite of the air.
Only the dull green pine
Colors the sullen world
At fifteen minutes after three