The Burrow...

The Rains that played
     their tune upon my shelter,
     to no avail,
     now sit in mute testimony
     here and there,
     in puddles
     reflecting shades of brown
     for now, that is all
     left upon Earth,
     brown leaved jigsaw puzzle,
     not for me to solve
     but to absorb
     in what waning light there is
     in H2O-bury,
     amid the dark and dim...
Decided yesterday
to skip the City,
make to the rails
to shore up The Burrow;
in no hurry,
it is waterproof and sturdy;
first layer down,
two more to go,
then a fine mummy bag,
good to twenty below
and the standard
army issue bag
to start the show...
I dare the snow...
       December 17, 2014