Over the shoulder
Out at the pier
Etching the moonlight
In the crevice of tears
I saw the sky scrape
The water below
We’re molding the landscape
But don’t know where to go

The courage of autumn
To strip to the bone
Believing in wheeling
And feeling the flow
If I had branches
And roots I would sway
And brace for the bitter
Till spring comes again

For now I am weeping
The moon waning west
It follows my route
Or rather what’s left
Where I am going
Is all just for show
This evening a trial
For the coming of snow