Wednesday, May 4, 2011


Why, at the change of seasons
Do I feel a sense of loss?
In words there are no reasons
Just an aching without cause
As over phantom ridges
Another season slips
Rushing under bridges
Beyond my finger-tips
A-kin to that gray feeling
As I see you walk away
With moments glibly stealing
Twixt today and yesterday
You fade into the distance
I watch you walk into the blue
While a wave of moody dissonance
Wraps me in thoughts of you
Why, at the turn of seasons
Do I hear the breezes weeping?
Could it be they know the reasons
Held in vaults beyond my keeping?


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