The pine, an almost intense green,
and almost as dark as night
The appletree blossoms, falling fast
Are as soft as the sky is light.
White blossoms and green leaves
come down with a shower in a gust
of wind that lays on the garden and lawn
a painting in green and rust.
And the sun shines down on the
painting, giving it now a shine
I would like it to have it my signature
But God says, "No way - it's mine."
Oct. 3, '09
Charles Street Is Special
My neighbors, the greatest
Are always there, for me
I think of them always there
Just where I love to be
My house, standing lonely
And the river, running free
The ducks, the geese, the herons
Do they ever think of me?
Little Bird
Little bird, up there in the tree
You'd be singing your head off
if it were not for me
Little bird, with nothing to do
You're looking at me and
I'm looking at you
Sweet little bird, up there in the tree
I can't reach you up there -
Will you come down to me?
