The Easel

    
The easel leaned in the morning light    
a northern light free of the harsh glare    
of yesterday's evening sun,hot and cruel    
Paint not dry, not for days,.  
Time to change, a shadow perhaps    
 hands expressionless, need warmth    
holding a child who holds a teddy bear .   
What this means ? Who knows ?,the    
room empty as  an easel leans in    
 cold clear morning light,