Moon

In the early dawn hours,
As I looked to the sky
I saw the moon through the trees
Whispering good-bye.
Gently she faded from my sight
As the darkness waned
And the day waxed bright.

Light

I wish that I could paint the light
So you could see from far
How it fills the trees with morning stars
And changes leaves to amber
And back to green
More beautiful than I’ve ever seen before;
Yet causes me to remember
Another bright September
The kind of days I wish we’d share once more.

Kickapoo Creek is bare as bone.
Its bed has cracked.
Its springs have sprung.
Along the paths of Kickapoo Creek,
We walked when we were young.

Our hearts were filled with passion.
As along its banks we strolled.
Our words of love gushed forth enough
To last ‘til we grew old.

But now my bed is empty,
My bones too stiff and sore,
And I am far too weary,
To walk the paths of Kicakpoo Creek
That I walked once before.