Summer Days at Vernon

Six stand motionless, quiet, held captive in the clearing.
A cow stares at the boy’s hand, hesitant, as
If not sure of this outstretched being.
A ghostly, transparent form blots the background
Like a tea stain; a barn perhaps?
An object props itself against the body of a tree, stock still,
Hidden within the everlasting shadows,
A silent landscape,
Clothed in hues of greens,
Unchanging