Alive and snapping air
Orange, yellow, red apples
Orange, yellow, red trees
And unraked piles of leaves
From terrific prairie wind
Whistling through brown stalks of corn.
Is it possible to be so alive
In a season that’s dying?
Alive and snapping air
Orange, yellow, red apples
Orange, yellow, red trees
And unraked piles of leaves
From terrific prairie wind
Whistling through brown stalks of corn.
Is it possible to be so alive
In a season that’s dying?
my thoughts from afar 