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?

Standing beside you mid-winter day

Hearts beating close together

Wishing that we'd found someway to make

That moment last forever

Standing silent, laughing, breathing steam

Gazing down into a freezing stream

I saw the face of a child

I saw the face of a child