Season Poem

One by one

The days fall beside us

Like yellow leaves

We have no conscience

Oh, what we're becoming

Month by month,

The rings on our tree trunks,

Like old wise eyes,

Grow wider and winter

Lends them a dead disguise

Now time- like an ocean

knows tide - like a notion

To toss about the house

And lose inside the couch

And piles of our thoughts

Run miles in the dark

Just tryin' to get home

Age by age,

We rhyme with our seasons'

Rehearsed routines

Still turning

And returning

Now I'm wide as the ocean

Now I bleed roses

And you are just a mark

on the map of my past

But I am a road

I wind along alone

All day until the coast