I’d thought that 
I had built 
my home better
but the littlest 
things knew how 
and precisely where 
to start picking 
and chipping away 
before I knew 
it what once 
had been gave 
way to all
and I bewildered 
thought back how 
might something unravel 
my mighty fortress
by simple words 

Rain sounds 
remind me
of holiday 
when snow
windows caught 
tapped as
they crawled 
into corners 
making a 
fluffy and 
furry frame 
from the 
white pane

Ding dent
or scratch 
the story 
of how 
leaves many 
more laughs
behind than 
the blemishes 
ever do 
scrap sell
or suffer 
wounds heal 
but scars
be they
born from 
chagrin or 
battle last

This is 
less was
my favorite 
day time 
one of
sleepy quietness 
long before 
anyone else 
wakes up 
and it’s 
just me 
and the 
world making 
coffee and 
our own 
kind of 
peace together 

I find
that now
having less
foreground that 
my eyes
wander to
the mountains 
and wonder 
what if
anything lies
beyond them 
but rather 
than before 
when go
I would 
I’ll stay
here and 
simply see