sun in November
staying low on horizon
piercing through the veil
what’s hidden is brought to light
what’s broken can be mended
sun in November
staying low on horizon
piercing through the veil
what’s hidden is brought to light
what’s broken can be mended

waiting for his ride
the scarecrow has enough class
to concede defeat

children of the day
staying awake and sober
await for the light

ready or not, jump
hand in hand, let’s ride the wind
as long as it takes
to decay and be absorbed
to bud again one fine spring

sunlight through window
only reaches this corner
a few times each year