Driveway grooves
into thicket, clearing,
beyond first house
now needing repair
onto big house
now overgrown by cedars
rooted along its foundation
when no one thought
beyond next season or so —
even now, decades
long beyond imagining
one cannot see their destiny —
or supposed they, this
would last. We wheel
into thicket, clearing,
round houses, again.
Poems from in between 
4 responses to “House in Bryan Woods”
Cycles, circles, seasons…love that “wheel” and “round” and the return to that “thicket, clearing.”
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Very poignant! — Ron
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Thank you, Ron!
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