Realized recently that I should use this blog more. And if I’m not writing my usual essay-like blog posts, I should share what I am writing.
Here’s an untitled song fragment I’ve been picking at since November. The third and fourth stanzas have changed the most, though I’m still attempting to work more emotion into the first two. The whole thing needs a melody as yet, which is when it will all settle down – I hope.
When we go apple-picking
I watch your old red coat climb the ladder
Whose sharp edges test last year’s stitching.
The chill of the feeble frost
Washes over my leaden feet, asleep
Where I wait aside, cold, arms crossed.
Your whistling stops
And after a breath you marvel
“The sky is so thin
You can see snow gather months
From here.” – And I see
All summer we have been flowers,
And without nourishment,
But the blossom that bends the bough
With time grows sweetest.