a walk in autumn is more rewarding than at any other time
we know tomorrow will be here for us each night with the setting sun
it showed suddenly crawling down the window pane the moon dropped toward dawn
to be in a place is to live what we survey and soak it all in
the flower is not showing off for us, it is trying to survive
waking to the sound of rain on the window feels like not waking at all
every morning the flower opens without fanfare or notice
as the sun rises the city sleeps, leaving me alone with the view
as we’re worn by time having lost the spring of youth we still try our best
unlike the spider we can see the beauty in rain caught in its web
uptown jack 