Waiting
A tendril of smoke
Rises from her cigarette
As she sits alone
A tendril of smoke
Rises from her cigarette
As she sits alone
Autumn’s final leaf
Lets go it’s hold on winter
And portends the spring
Shards of your anger
Litter the ground around you
Keeping me at bay
The loon framed against
A burnished copper sky flies
Towards the setting sun
All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off
Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times
I took for granted
Always waking up next to
Your side of the bed
Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore
The springtime wetland
Chorus comes alive at dusk
As the peep frogs sing
From the sheer cliff face
An eager seedling rises
Grasping at the sun