This is an old one, but one of my favorites. I post in in gratitude to my nephew, Jack Boyanton, who’s performance at the Berklee College Songwriters Showcase left me truly inspired. It’s a wonderful thing to give voice to the world.
Dawn and Dusk, Spring and Fall
I took a walk this morning,
across the lawn, over the hill.
My footfalls woke the sleeping sod,
moist breath moving in a world yet still.
I took a walk this evening,
on shattered roses and pressed gold.
My steps set them to swirling,
windblown rubbish of a world grown old.