Lengthy love letters fall with the leaves loosen your belt and light the oven for his peace of mind don't forget the pine cones, you know how he loves that smell lay down the warm pavement for his feet and watch to the west. Withering willows will signal his coming water basins beat with the hearts that stay.
he can't stay past springspoiled by the city smog needs to see the trees turn green where will you go? with your brother in Richland he has a house and the work doesn't bother you. I think i'd rather have the winter last until i'm thirty or so.