Same Time Next Year


It is just that time of year Close, cropped and clear. Sticks and stones Rusted root and barren husk.. left on chalky bone... Down a lightly beaten path On a clear day...we have all been here before. We have all opened the vine embraced gate and the piney green doors. With a care for the world and, same time next year... there will be more gifts to bring... More ends to a means. Stenciled lillies Languishing loons Lazy afternoons. So, stare into the sun Grasp at the straw Reep what others sow. These are the days in which night falls too soon. Hours in which the wheat grass bends and toils to reach high noon. This time every year This time when darkness becomes light and weariness draws too near. Every year Farmer's markets abound with Indian corn Little houses on the side of the road... covered in a thistle's forlorn. Funny to watch the natural sway The difference between tomorrow and today. The days out of time The hills that we climb The seasons of the mind. Same time next year Same time when weariness draws near.
It is just that time of year
Close, cropped and clear.
Sticks and stones
Rusted root and barren husk..
left on chalky bone…
Down a lightly beaten path
On a clear day…we have all been here before.
We have all opened the vine embraced gate
and the piney green doors.
With a care for the world
and,
same time next year…
there will be more gifts to bring…
More ends to a means.
Stenciled lillies
Languishing loons
Lazy afternoons.
So, stare into the sun
Grasp at the straw
Reep what others sow.
These are the days
in which
night falls too soon.
Hours in which the wheat grass bends and toils to reach high noon.
This time every year
This time when darkness becomes light
and weariness draws too near.
Every year
Farmer’s markets abound with Indian corn
Little houses on the side of the road…
covered in a thistle’s forlorn.
Funny to watch the natural sway
The difference between tomorrow and today.
The days out of time
The hills that we climb
The seasons of the mind.
Same time next year
Same time when weariness draws near.

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