The stillness outside;
This December Saturday;
The humming inside.
Where are the cars now,
As I sit at my window?
They don't want to come.
Olivia's hay
Must be supremely gourmet
As she savors it.
Sun vies with dark clouds;
A chill wind blows up the road;
The streams are quiet.
Fallen shelf fungus
Lies next to moss covered rock;
Stream whispers nearby.
The wood pile has changed;
There's a sense my neighbor's gone;
New car in driveway.
There's a sense my neighbor's gone;
New car in driveway.
Snow is not far off;
It waits in the thick dark clouds;
The earth takes a breath.
Everything is brown;
Fir trees are only background;
Sky is just lighting.
Fir trees are only background;
Sky is just lighting.
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