Day 72- 11.27.20
Winter green (a collage)
Checkered flannel pants, pine trees,
a rural Tuscan church covered buried
Twinkle lights reflected over
piles of snow, grey sludge, and
the cold breath of kids.
Ivy creeping up red brick,
moss creeping up a mountain,
a virgin mountain free of footprints,
free of trash bins and septic tanks--
the aged bull frog shrieks.
Cobwebs collect in
prickly shrubs, the spiders chant
in the backyard grass, and the frozen garden hose
hisses no more.