Unto the evening
Of reds and purple
Skies of the desert
On fire with evening light
Descending
The longer the shadow cast
Brings in the evening air
Cool and crisp as the
Desert night
Cold upon the relinquished light
Take me to the desert near the
Camelback trail
The world at large
Could only bring this beauty
Upon my eyes to see
The light of the desert morning
Crisp in it’s falls ease
Upon the praying monk rock
Where the eye sees
Over the edge of Camelback and through
The evening red
The patient await
Tomorrow’s other fate
Upon the rock of consistency
There is a line of our hearts
Direct to the sky
Upon this line
We must hold hope
Of another desert night
From the soil and humid hot summers
To the depths of a winter cold
Bursting through the spring mood
Into the fields of color of fall
Making the light orange as it falls
Over the earth
Quietly turning
Bringing the change of
See the world
As it moves
And brings life and change
To our lives
In the light of the season
Orange in it’s hues
To the nights
And the chills
Evening through
Take the breathe of light
Into the depth of the lungs of past summers
To take in the night
Crisp as all
So here are words homaged
To the days of fall
To the ground they fall
With the winds of change
Season of fall
Upon the ground they
Bend away
Into the dirt
There they stay
To come back
In the feeding of the trees
So the renewal season
Is now upon us
Take it casual
Keep it clean
From the fall leaves
To the crisp seems
The light that keeps glowing
And falling sooner
Take up the fall
And be a part of the
World
Around
Lies
The size
Of small or large
Can destroy the life
Of humanity
In a modern French Revolution
Lived online
Guilty until proven innocent
Cancelled
And gone
But weathered lies of bitterness
Still keep on
So the brain must react
With precision
To make the decision
To know what is right
And what is wrong
When truth arrives
In any form
Away from the norm of life
It can heal and it can destroy
Lies made in time
The broken hourglass
Glass all around
Has had enough lies
From town to town
With the truth in light of day
Even the most insular will say
I can now see
What I could not before
I will raise my eyes from the floor
And see the light of
A new day
In a season of change
When nothing will remain the same
Under the sun of orange glow
Where the leaves fall and go
Into the night and into the land
From the woods and into the
Winds of time
From these winds blow to the place
Where the leaves go silent
And not even a trace
Of summer will last
The maple from the seasons harvest
In the crisp autumn sets
The fire of the evening burning
One last flame
As the fall set’s in
October at the fence line
While the moon sets the leaves
As the cold and warm intertwine
To bring the season of pumpkin
Again and again
A Cup of Songwriting 