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