Water Lands

We’ve made it to the water lands

The year’s high tide

Where the river sings in silver ribbons

Across the meadow side

 

And all the rain, crying out a summer

Of loss & uncertainty

Now races down drains and roads

Returning to the sea

 

We’ve made it to the water lands

Most of the year undone

The dusty soil turned to quicksilver

Under an apple harvest sun

 

And all the rain, crying out a summer

Of loss & uncertainty

Now races down drains and roads

Returning to the sea