…
In winter our home lies,
sheltered from the westerlies,
by the lee of the hill.
At night we listen to storms howl,
roaring through darkness,
out on the mountain top.
…
Although they didn’t know it,
the builders followed three rules
to establish a home,
a mountain at the back to protect in winter,
a wood at the front to break winter winds,
in the front, a river for coolness
in the heat of the summer.
…
In Summer the skies lighten,
at about four, some days before.
During the day the sun
circles in its long arc,
until at seven it slowly dips,
behind the tree leafed darkness,
of the mountains edge.
…
In Autumn I walk
out on the old road,
away from this house,
gathering fallen acorns,
