snow comes and goes and...

i've visited this hobbit house

for many years.

i can't believe it's still (barely) standing.

 but it is.

and the little river

(that's its name)

is still meandering through

the woods john green first showed me

when my son was four, and daughter one,

 and even the beaver stump

hasn't fallen

to weather or hooligans or critters.

 and brave me

i went in on 6 or so inches

on a cold morning 

and happiness

 and my very old skis.

no worries about equipment,

and my knees, 

and my niece's old rossies

do me proud.

 that was saturday and then 

here, sunday

the snow is mostly gone. 

 and the water is singing

and i have experienced 

a warm day today, monday.

old green and palest ochre.

and my windows were wide open.

it's november,

and things keep changing

 bones of the adirondack foothills show

over at the new place 

riblike ridges herringbone into the meadow.

it's my favorite time.

miracles:

 i have seen a bald eagle soaring the oswegatchie, 

a ruffed grouse on a telephone line,

and dandelions in blossom,

and husks for wild cucumber and milkweed pods

were part of the last print pods.