.things change.

partially due to the weather

state of the roads

these are not just closed

due to snow

some

as cars slide cause a commotion

it is a steep hill the crimea

some call it a mountain

steeped in history

plans change while

the bus windows remain dirty

it has been a long time coming

it lasted many years now is gone

all of it

all the straight ideals and weathered work

who will come laughing?

who else loves rusted nails

reddened eyes?

all things change except they say one

look at

squirrels and disarray

the river ebbs flows

tidal
otter marks erased

our lane quiet now

locals walk leaves stir

birds fly up

in passing remember then

we laugh again

he will bring logs again