Gone are the summer’s sudden sandals Let’s you and I go walking Here amongst the season’s spread winter comes to cool us.
and the sky holds the promise of rain.
Latin looking limbs of trees undress,
a slow breeze strip tease
to the foriegn-tongued songs of birds.
see if we can’t find the edge of this place,
peer throught the tall grass
and see ourselves a year ago.
through red-ribbed fallow fields
we’ll tread and hold each other tight
