Winter Fruit

I was travelling with the ivy

looking for the holly

along the broken path

through the forest

filled with snow and red berries

With Time in Mind

I was sitting on the bridge

was sitting with you

carving my name in the red wood

and staring at the moon.

Wandering Through

Little girl with copper hair, what are you running from.

The trees lost all their leaves, but the snow is afraid to fall.

Should I follow you, to mourn the sun, who’s gone for now.

Anna Marie, you don’t know me anymore, as I fell, fell from grace,

down from this place. Just tell me where I have gone.

It is cold out here where the sun forgot to shine.