Fall approaches
Beckons the reclusive life
holed up in my house with
dogs, shut the doors,
draw the curtains.
Self-contained here in
our small home
shortened days
mysterious nights
Contemplate a move
up north Canada or Scotland
Shut out the damp with
a neat little fire
Wander new woods and bogs
walking stick in hand
two dogs racing ahead
Return home to our quiet
place and in the evening
patch ourselves together
into a living breathing quilt.
