of harden earth and crowded
weeds, forests and shady trees.
Chipmunks dashing in
and out of her holes. And

scurrying little rat-like moles.
Everywhere are shades of greens,
running brooks and bubbling
streams. The sky is peppered  

with dark grey clouds. And sprinkled
by salty drops of clowns, blowing
their noses in heavy showers. And
an assortment of turtleneck flowers.

You'll be lost in the winding paths of
crimson leaves and robins splashing in teal
birdbaths. Circling till the barn owl shrieks
with her pale rounded cheeks.