A cold wind murmurs through the eaves

And tells its secrets to the trees

Of a summer so quickly gone

As I sit and wait for dawn

To break across the morning sky

And I sip my coffee as I ponder why

Those barren trees don’t wish to know...

They flail about and struggle so!

I could learn so many things

If only I could find the means

Of how to listen as seasons change

The lessons just beyond my range

Of secrets lost in history

And how they may apply to me

Through all those countless yesterdays

That led me where I sit today.

END

“Over Coffee”