Season Poem

One by one the days fall beside us

Like yellow leaves

We have no conscience

Oh, what we're becoming...

Month by month the rings on our tree trunks

Like old wise eyes

Grow wider

And winter lends them a dead disguise

Now time, like an ocean, knows tide, like a notion

[02:23.76]To toss about the house and lose inside the couch

[02:29.59]Piles of our thoughts run miles in the dark

[02:35.54]Just trying to get home

Age by age

We rime with our seasons' rehearsed routines

Still turning and returning

[02:41.91]Now I'm wide as the ocean

Now I bleed roses

You are just a mark on the map of my past

I am a road

I wind along alone

All day until the coast