The time is now...dragged inside, the means of my trade share space in the dwelling,'long side bits of projected wares all vying for attention in the factory of my mind...
...rain-soaked vessels guard entrance to once grand perennial vistas...
...grand spires now decay into brown heaps of compost for next years passage into splendor...
...gardens be still, as the hush of winter covers the beauty and the lights go out...
