Sketches

Late in the summer When the cottonwood dies The fields are on fire With green bottleflies And I'm still seeing reflections Of me in your eyes And why did you leave Last summer? Now, the seasons are changing From summer to fall And I've still got that picture Hung on my wall And there's so much forgotten And too much recalled And why did you leave At all? b. Winter Standing beside you Mid-winter day Hearts beating close Together. Wishing that we'd found Someway to make That moment last Forever. Standing silentlaughing Breathing steam Gazing down into a freezing stream... I saw the face of a child I saw the face of a child