i just want to hide in the middle of the woods
and make physical art somehow
[really don’t know how, could be painting
could be fiber-art-ing
could be making tiny houses
for my fairy kin to live in]
and forget that the rest of the world exists
but i don’t think i ever could forget
truly
i don’t think i ever could
when a small animal scratching from inside the walls
wakes you up like
your cat scratching at your apartment door
before six am
it is always a good idea to
heat up some coffee
and go outside with your kip and your dog
to watch the sun rise
(even if you can’t see the sun past the tree line)
what is it about
the rattle of an old farm house
basement heater
that makes me feel so
automatically
cozy?
a hummingbird knocked on our window this morning
and invited us with her to a fairy grove
we splashed in the icy cool creek waters
and slid up and down the hill valley roads
the dog was not so sure about the mini waterfalls
and i was not so sure about the steep decline
but before it gets too cold and snowy up here
it’s nice to call Vermont a two-week home.
kipventures 