Fields frozen in time
But who will be here next year?
Melt into history
Fields frozen in time
But who will be here next year?
Melt into history
How do cold fingers
Creep and crawl so cautiously
Into the thin air?
Seasons cycle on
Bound in their ancient routines
Why ever can’t I?
When your last sun sets
What will you have left behind?
And where will you go?
As our lives lengthen
Such complex threads intertwine
Embrace the chaos
Silver meltwater
Slowly succumbs to the sun
Cleansing your grey limbs
What is a regret?
Is it just a mistake? Or
Does it still cause pain?
Here we stand on guard
Watching over the valley
These short human lives
When westerly winds
Weave whiley winter weather
Whither will we wend?
Even dead leaves, on
Drab dull dismal deary days
Look bright and cheerful