Still Life, after Hopper

The tall woman stands at the window,
Her blonde hair prim and proper,
The scarlet dress becomes her.
She is staring out the windows
At what, you can't tell,
But placed there in the window
You perceive no emotion
No hint at the object
Of her gaze,
Her desires trapped within
Her view to the horizon,
Simply caught in the moment
Forever trapped in the amber
Her thoughts her own, like a cat
Sleeping in sunlight through the window
On a Summer's day.

The clouds passing overhead
In silence, also.