It’s in the water, in the air here,
the leaves not alone in their dying...
That dream came alive in snowcapped peaks
flowing like a thousand whispered secrets,
its laughter gently echoing off the slopes
down into the valley...
Along a village street in fall weather dreams
we float together by the light of a harvest moon...
A northwest gale gone out against the seas
Grants passage to the weary,
Lost among pathways given to the night
Stumbling thirsty over desert’s edge to the oasis...
Out in the dead leaf weather a man sits
Wondering where he was when the embers caught
Was he hugging his daughter in the airport terminal
Driving the long way home alone
Or have weeks gone by since a decade turned to ash?