Just past the autumn trees

Just past the autumn trees

Further than I can see

Is it Winter or Spring 

Is it one year or three

Forecasted rain failed and

Now useless umbrellas 

Are buds and not black blooms

Unsung acapellas

In these graphite smudged days

In these graphite smudged days

Still seeking clarity

On the surface no hints

No gifts of charity

Deeper in the dots where

They seem unrelated 

Theories are appearing

Answers are equated

The cornfields are ready

The cornfields are ready

The trees have just begun

Autumn clouds, we all know

Just like the slanted sun

That song reminds me of

An out of fashion day

I left behind because

I sought a better way

All of this must be hard

All of this must be hard

To get here on a bus

Wait in your Sunday best

And not make any fuss

Have medical exams

Find another bus seat

Wait alone for results

With a lonely heartbeat

Fossils and falling stars

Fossils and falling stars

Buried here or burnt out

Little hopes or nothing

Sediments or loud shout

But the sun is blazing

The moon good company

The earth solid beneath

The wind a symphony

Contentment asks little

Contentment asks little

Higher limbs deeper roots

Are unnecessary 

And are no substitutes

Of the cozy and calm

No further than my reach

No pit in my stomach

But feeling like a peach

My head resting on stones

My head resting on stones

Difficult to accept

Bent pennies my two cents 

So easy to reject

And so dreams of distance

And fresh steps in fresh snow

No paths, no roads, no lines

Destiny an unknow 

Stepping back from Rothko

Stepping back from Rothko

Not running into night

A start, here’s another 

Don’t valley when there’s height

Not getting closer to

An end when there is new

Wade not in indigo 

But rather baby blue

Tomorrow we will live

Tomorrow we will live

Promise or mystery

What is broken in half

Still has full history

Caught in autumn sunlight

Still water and a boat

Although leaves are falling

They are still here and float

Wonder briefly wavered

Wonder briefly wavered

While pruning in the sun

Heavy laden seedless

Aging having succumbed

Statues topple rigid 

Expressions still the same

With this thought my wonder

Returned newly acclaimed

The air thick as river

The air thick as river

My island gone under

We are one in the flow

Flagging in the wonder

A long Sunday sunlight

Touching surface ceilings 

A symphonic silence

Of deep water feelings

Replace the canary

Replace the canary

With a trumpeter swan

The Kool-Aid is mixing

And the glasses are drawn

Human nature repeats

Forget never forget

Already forgotten

See the canary sweat

Branches of the plane trees

Branches of the plane trees

Are in cathedral blue

The painted light again

Impressionistic true

We Chagall and shimmer

The first leaves at our feet

Without want other than

More time to reach complete