| Bind Up My Life A Work in Progress Page 5 |
| Deepest Summer I have walked the trail again today As I have the other days In Winter with the ancient arms Creaking in the wind�. In Spring and the smell of green. And now, in deepest Summer, There is a general wilt to the landscape Wisps of honeysuckle have Given way to the earthy smell of bog. The cottonwoods have sent their progeny Out into the world Clinging to spiders� webs Already filled with egg sacs and prey Giving them the eerie look of little galaxies Suspended between twigs Milkyways unto themselves�. There is a separate-ness now Little movement in the suffocating heat A halting of the outward A turning away and inward Perhaps bracing for the frost And the long and dormant winter Yet to come�. |
| Stay I�m heading out to sea today Bound for a distant shore Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah- You�ve heard it all before. But did you hear my sad goodbyes To the trees and the inlet stream? Did you see my tears for the winding path And the wild and twisted green? All the days, I did love them so And will miss them every one. Even the day of the big black snake And the day of the blazing sun. If you could have but held my hand Admiring cobweb filigrees, And the crane in graceful majesty Within the marshy muddy reeds You would know just how sad This sad heart is On a humid August day And how I wish a soggy wish That I could just but stay� |
| Little Black Eyed Susan Little Black Eyed Susan Brother William�s gone to bed Long-Necked Cousin Columbine Bows her lovely head The Mums are being mum Rosey Moss is claiming mute About the changes in the management (They say Summer got the boot) Replace by Harlot Autumn That flashy red-haired dame But don�t worry dear sweet Susan I hear he�ll be back again�.. |
| Autumn's Arrow Green, green poplar tree Solitary, blood red leaf Autumn�s arrow hits its mark |
| A Stardust Sky The night a stardust ballroom Trees swaying in the breezes She dances as she pleases Along the lake As the mists do rise Exotic autumn dancer Nighttime sings to her an answer Of love from a fine romancer Under a stardust sky |
| Just Before the Dawn In the hour of darkness Just before the dawn The frost considers �melting� The fog considers �gone� And in the land a stillness A quiet kind of grace And there you�ll find The sweetest dreams Between the sleep and wake. |
| The Rainy Season The rainy season�s coming Melancholy rolling in Fog settles in the hollows The mourning mists begin The trees cry out in thunder Sky filled with scarlet tears Yellow field, its face plowed under Moonless night of smoke and mirrors Songs of love and lovers lost Wander through the lonely wind Weaving tunes like tapestries Heartbroken mandolin Yes, the rainy season�s coming I can feel it in my bones I can see it on this moonless night I can hear it in my soul |
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