As each year passes
Another layer of leaves
Will bury the last

As each year passes
Another layer of leaves
Will bury the last
You give me reasons
To keep paddling upstream
Like my fathers did
We cut down forests
Or tangle them up in wire
We call it progress
With each step I sink
Deeper in the murky mire
Lost in a swamp blog
With each step I slide
Every weed I pull divides
Running to stand still
In the morning chill
Fragile flags shiver and shake
Each year they return
Questions surround me
Piling in from every side
And I still don’t know
You have to move fast
If you don’t want to fall through
Skimming the surface
February gripping
Tightly to my frozen toes
I can’t shake it off
Soft snowy imprints
Lead me to the sycamore
Secret squirrel nest