night beginning

dusting of stars
up in the sky
the lights of cars
go swiftly by
a single tree
covered with lights
is what i’ll see
on all these nights
too cold to walk
too old to dance
no time to talk
a proper chance
to be inside
away from cold
no place to hide
the storied gold
an age or two
may slowly pass
what’s old is new
returning grass
we long for spring
and its warm light
the kind of wing
for honest flight
and so we pause
and think a while
of the firm laws
that none defile
the time to smile
the time to speak
the longest while
the shortest week

urgency

never much time
to get work done
nor any one
to blame for crime
we might not shun
never much time
who in their prime
deferred to none
have got to run
never much time

never much time
for well begun
the wheel has spun
you make the climb
speaking of fun
never much time
we hear the chime
it may not stun
under the gun
never much time