Passing By

coming by they come and go
passing to and fro
on their way they go
where they go i don't know
going to and fro
is all i know

Inside The Winter

these are little things we see inside the winter
where the air is dreaming with the wheel
in the hinterlands~ winterlands we see them
and will not whisper what they are

That's The Way

they can find bagpipes and time
inside the leaves
where the song lives
because that's the way with
the night and day women
who walk inside the woods

Here

Fifteen words later
In a small space
A hideaway place
We can see
All the words in
Here.