A snake
slithering across dead leaves
with restlessness
my spot is quiet and never argues
it is the place I can go to write
crack crunch
fall comes
the creek is chilled to the bone
as it runs in it’s bed to keep warm
green in fall
leaves are still green
the grass is still green
it hardly seems winter could come at all
winter is here
snow blankets everywhere
bare trees and ice on creek
life ceases to exist
now
today
right this second
the grass is brown but stirring
the trees have buds the sky is blue it feels like summer an airplane roars and fades
the world is laughing My spot has importance to not just me but the members of the community.