song of the road

Traveled down home not so very long ago,
Hungry for the hills, hankerin' for the homeplace.
Each mile driven a bit closer, nearer home
The sound of the wheels on the highway
The tuneless hum of rubber and road
Sings in my ears, whispers a melody
Hoooommmmmeeeee
Hoooommmmmeeeee
Home.

Cruel Cold Season

Run little spring,
Run away and hide now
Every day Old Man Winter,
Cruel, cold season
Paces by your side
Crushing, withering life
From catkin, sprout and bud.
Counting his days,
Clinging, holding on.
Gone!