Autumn reveals weak trees

Autumn reveals weak trees

Early, they surrender

While others are green at

The end of September

All their leaves are missing

They stand naked and tall

As if to raise warning

This may be the last fall

And nothing speaks to me

And nothing speaks to me

Not the weather, the sky

Or the white aster blooms

Or the pond going dry

Just monotone humming

The inspiration faint

I’m an empty canvas

Without the words, the paint

Searching for deeper blue

Searching for deeper blue

I found the love we shared

Lost in our years of youth

Our hearts together paired

With all the years passing

You never saw me old

Now that you’re not here, it’s

Our memories I hold

All this push comes to shove

All this push comes to shove

Two weather fronts thunder

Like plates in the Earth, one

Pushing up, one under

I’m fighting for my space

Cracked the shell wide open

I’ve uttered my first words

At last I have spoken

There's anger in the streets

There’s anger in the streets

We pour ourselves some tea

Populations starving

There’s nothing on TV

Religious killing mobs

We upgrade our iphone

Refugees seek borders

While we just sit at home

We are treading water

We are treading water

Thought we could go the length

Without assistance, now

Diminishing in strength

Too far out to swim back

With no sign of a boat

Without Life preservers

Must keep our heads afloat

Here we are, you and I

Here we are, you and I

This time spent together

Two grains of sand now pearls

Two birds of one feather

Traveling and hearing

The wind in our windows

Interpreting the World

With poetry and prose