The crow flies with the dove

The crow flies with the dove

The past is present tense

What to do with my regret

Remorse my consequence

To have and to hold

Still so much to cherish

While all of this is here

Yet all is here to perish

No bridges or roads

No bridges or roads

I circle in flight

Day in and day out

From dark to daylight

The moon and the sun

Are never at rest

Only the waves

Are brought to a crest

So short on this side

So short on this side
We're living behind
This side of the equation
The less than equal sign

Even old trees get
The short end of the stick
Too much candle
Not enough wick

The long limbs of the trees spread (2nd version)

The long limbs of the trees spread
Beneath a blue sky with planes
Where looking down it could be said
There's the rivers, the roads, the trains

The Universe wears a huge skirt
And somewhere in its folds
I love life though it passes me by
Days into weeks, into months, into years going by

A flock of birds like black fireworks

A flock of birds like black fireworks

Dart into a twilight sky

While hundreds of Canada geese point

Towards the East and fly

Just beside the road I see

This form of death, this slaying

What tragedy has happened here

These six geese a laying

So this is Life

So this is Life

From the root

Pretty flower

Ugly fruit

Twenty years seems forever

Twenty years seems forever

Not so when counting seasons

Twenty winters to the never

Seems shorter to my reasons

Twenty winters yet to go

Who cares about the Spring

I’m dreaming of the winter snow
And not the blossoming