Far Away Hill in the Morning Fog; All is Dark
75 Foot Tree Flanked with Climbing Ivy (Still Green)
like the outdoor color that awaits me. As I leave the door I surmise
that this is a warm winter day. It is wet but not too awfully cold for this walk.
The well muted color in the wood all around is causing me to forget--
what summer's dense greenery even looked like.
As I turn back for home, I lift my weighted feet up the hill.
Plop, plop, go my own feet, heavy on the pavement.