Snow dusts the ground of the Berkshires

People hide in their houses

I sit outside with a tobacco pipe

The cold bites my nose, but there’s something on my mind.

Life is a bigger picture than I can see

With the vision field of a young girl

I can walk in circles and never see the frame

I dwell in the future and blame my laziness on a bigger game.

I live in the now with my eyes turned forward

Reading a book on my bed

My thoughts are somewhere else

I watch deadlines pass by and wait for the snow to melt.

I dream of the Oregon coast in its green glory

I’m three thousand miles away on the east coast.

In the town of Ashland Oregon

I’ll find greener grass when the timing comes.

The sweetest words brush my ears

My personal life lives in phone calls

I’m content as a lone wolf in the forest

Walking through the birch trees, my mind’s at its best.

Day in, day out, I hibernate

Lost in thoughts of next summer

Spring and the budding of leaves

Waiting away winter, spring fever is my downfall disease.