
the turning of leaves
the suddenness of darkness
the sun sets on all

the turning of leaves
the suddenness of darkness
the sun sets on all

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

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

the unsung heroes
restoring storm lost power
electric linemen