"a compost wonderland"

It's all leaf-fallen brown
among the trees anticipating spring,
a soft, pillow walk
on a compost wonderland
high above the chill waters of Puget Sound

Through the canopy, clouds explode
in quiet puffs of violet and white-
the air crisp with a windsong
blowing gently the tune of spring;
eternal spring and rebirth and rejuvination
and home, the warm fires of home

15 May 05-