
Sometimes I wonder
What it’s like to ruminate
Wouldn’t that be nice

Sometimes I wonder
What it’s like to ruminate
Wouldn’t that be nice
Carrying a coat
Looks stupid in the sunshine
Rain forecast later

Mindful, focused eye
Looks outward, yet looks inward
In contemplation

Skeletons standing,
Leaves gathered around their feet,
Waiting for new life.
Indian summer’s day
Wonder why they call it that
Wind says it’s autumn