fading so quickly
beauty is here then is gone
those who blink miss out

some may call it illusion
less time doesn’t mean less real
fading so quickly
beauty is here then is gone
those who blink miss out
some may call it illusion
less time doesn’t mean less real
old farmhouse bulldozed
homesteads become tract housing
the land lies unloved
rootless people blow away
scattered where the winds take them
songbirds before dawn
full moon after equinox
two part harmony
small acts of goodness
for the friend who gave his life
doesn’t seem enough
warm days but cold nights
suddenly it’s green again
yet the robins wait