distance

Away

in the woods
in the quiet and calm
carry on, carry on

however far away
place holders
for a summer’s day

Christmas
in the distance
the thinly visible pine

autumn leaves
illuminated by
the milky way

deep in the shade
wild columbine’s
embers burn

in the distance runs the town
while I tend my quiet surrounds

between the leaves
resides
the house of mysteries

when spring seems
the farthest from home
it is March