The hares are back!

This house sits on the side of the hill, where it has sat for hundreds of years, as the cracks widen, plants push through the walls, and water courses rise through the floor, mice tunnel down through the beams. March days, hares run the meadow grass, high-skipping back and forth. Nights, foxes watch the windows for sleep and darkness to reclaim their rights.

Winter clings close
to the cold ground hugging
Its bare bones.