comefront in my door
waiting i am open no hours uninvited be it midnight or winter
your love is hearth enough warm
to the vagaries of ice and snow but
summer is not over the dried flowers
add oddity to wood sculpting see
old hats in dead tree of passing friends some died and some only died to me
Kokopeli windsock breeze invites
lines connecting cyberplace
rock bird feeder waits
three baby steps
two windows
one door 
hinged for your arrival

- Summer Breeze