Snow track austerity
Tree line fractal
White ground without figure
Sutured to the void
no aura

also posit mechanical manifolds and creases on nature
and starblazened vital roots that spiral and spiral
and world-ending gaps in their tiny ecstasies
and forest loam, thick, and mushroom smells under leaves
they also posit that

--A fall hermit

An Ode to the Weekend

This spot is warm,

Aided by my ailing computer

Whirring furiously 

To complete commands

This spot is cozy,

Covered in fuzzy blanket

Flannel sheets

And aged comforter

This spot is best

For studying

Sleeping

Curling

Cuddling

Dreaming

This spot is my bed. 

-A Homebody Hermit