Submitted by Ed Higgins
Lying in clover and brome
eye against the sky
that never blinks,
although daily closes,
distant smoke wisps
above the chimney
drifting over wild lupine:
prayer’s hopeful rise
heavenward.
Eve there with child again
pouring ash in boiling lard
to scrub & clean away
dark earth’s laboring stain.
Tall poplars we first planted
shadow the late summer’s
afternoon sun––
on the house I will die in.
About the Poet
Ed Higgins’ poems and short fiction have appeared in various print and online journals including recently: Peacock Journal, Uut Poetry, Triggerfish Critical Review, and Tigershark Magazine, among others. He is also a Writer-in-Residence at George Fox University, south of Portland, OR, and an Asst. Fiction Editor for Ireland-based Brilliant Flash Fiction.
Painting: Jan Brueghel – The Original Sin
Vita Brevis Press. 
This has a wonderful earthy feel to it. I was captured by the imagery of your words.