stares

she stares
at the nearly empty birdfeeder
mind occupied by how bright
the grass is
despite clouds.

it seems as if
someone
is trying to make up
for the sun's obscurity
by creating a light
so stunning
that the red leaf on lawn
glows

she stares
and it all becomes
pictures
paintings
epic in scope,
the blades of grass an army so large,
so vast--

the whole, fading into crimson leaf
it isn't just "outdoors" any longer
it's a portal to a place
she cannot go

if the birdfeeder is full
the photo
changes
to its core.