
something deep within
exhaling sound from drawn breath
a primeval croon

etch a sketch skylight
November writes her message
read before it’s gone

here we are again
embracing the here and now
and letting it go
all things are passing away
becoming what we once were

caught between the walls
the growth of spring and summer
all but forgotten

a fire in the sky
a chill in the morning air
a hop in the step