Under the Porch Roof

Under the cabin porch roof

Softening at the drip edge,

Under the alliterations of rain

Through the loosening leaves,

I am still and accepting

What the present offers,

Knowing what I have built in this life

I shall not build again,

And it is good that those things

Accompany me in our mutual decay.


Hear the syllables of crows

Exclaimiing as they go.