Shadows now stain the wall
where his precious painting
used to hang -

Sunrise
Spring
White Dogwood and
Bright Poppy Fields -

the feigned promise of love
he created for her on canvas.

He hung it on someone else's wall
by mid-autumn when withered leaves
insulted the welcome mat,
as the heavy sunset

scorched the frigid room
where vibrant colors
once lit the walls like flames,

brazen
sordid
pompous...

unfaithful.