I might leave it as it is

for now

As this winter sunlight frames its

perfect invasion

Moss flourishes in crevices

burrowing thoughts

mischief lodgers

I might be careful when walking

step between the soft

mounds

with my black rain boots

soles fleshy with mud and decaying

Maple leaves

In progress works must steep

to ooze toward their finishing

When feverish lean back

and dream

Watch as daylight fades and

light no longer illuminates the smear

of unclean windows

Watch as the tall silent spruce

loom against the grey milk of twilight

silhouettes whispering

things just beyond your muffled

audio reach🪶