Yesterday is gone

A place we can’t go back to

Water flows downstream 

In distant twilight 

A tawny owl hunting low 

Should have stayed at home 

Watching distant hills

From the darkness of my will

I wander them still 

Steady summer storms 

Wash away sandy footprints

Worms come out to play 

Every tiny crack

A home for weeds and migrants 

Hold tight little ones

Inbetween torrents

Dragonfly wings a quiver

Glowing spectral haze

Melodies vanish 

By bending broken branches 

Into the darkness