Dream

enchanting,
being outside in
november with
moss in celebration as
the maples fall asleep
building
through snow and rain
bending frozen spruce
into gothic trusses
the ravens seem interested-
at least
they hang around making
rude comments


the main mast
is off the deck-
but where now?
pondreing,
a luxury
of other seasons
luckily the tractor
seems
mentally prepared