Withered leafless trees

Withered leafless trees Clinging to old roots Sway fearful of the wind, Murmuring among themselves With dull nonsense About the rains. The doltish deceive themselves That winter is a prelude to the Spring. Have they ever learned the truth Or have they read the timeless lie And believed it true. Summer is its own season […]

Perhaps a day will come

Perhaps a day will come, that day when we Will hear the music playing in our head And as the songs are sung remember who We are and not what we’ve become instead. Though much is gone, there’s much that still survives The wasting of the years that make us weak. We are as strangers, […]