
scent of fresh baked bread
flocks flying below the clouds
winter solstice’s here

scent of fresh baked bread
flocks flying below the clouds
winter solstice’s here
downtown skyline looms
sunbeams from behind grey clouds
all things are passing
fast moving contrails
the color of tangerine
darkness falls quickly

there isn’t much left
can’t hold on for much longer
so blue - is the sky
grey November day
blue umbrella in the rain
somehow spirits lift