mulch is

mulch is old dead leaves.
get ready. it's happening.
sure it's cold,
not terrible ... enough.
dry and quiet.

i'm moving slowly
 trying to figure what i'm doing today.
waiting a break toward spring,
make it more comfortable to be out.

see how the birds and squirrels feel
abou having people in their territory,
we're going to share with them;
they don't know it, though they
might have an idea,
 having seen us watching out the windows.

i'll cry for you ...
you won't turn me away.
you won't turn me away.