Drifting Out of Season
Sitting on the mid-afternoon porch
of your life, the day seems still.
Buildings not moving, memories
like distant clouds.
Then the sun moves, shadows
lengthen. The clouds
are getting closer.
Sitting on the mid-afternoon porch
of your life, the day seems still.
Buildings not moving, memories
like distant clouds.
Then the sun moves, shadows
lengthen. The clouds
are getting closer.
Yes, those clouds certainly are.