opening the windows
i rest on the floor
showered in sunbeams
—the first day of spring!
in the slick city suburbs
everyone thinks
they have somewhere to go
oh how the snow
falls down into the valley
my small slice of the world
almost overflowing
the rambling brook
along the old country road
bubbling softly
deep in the valley
along the riverbank
the mountains
touching the sky
i have no intention
of leaving the valley
—send me a postcard!
what does it mean
to live in the valley
falling leaves in autumn
flowers in spring
four and one half pairs
of brown leather slippers
bathed in golden light