sketches

a. Summer
Late in the summer when the cottonwood dies
The fields are on fire with green bottleflies
And Im 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 Ive still got that picture hung on my wall
And theres 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 wed found some way 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