Within It All
Snow fell early
Along a desert road
As autumn colors
Collide within the flow
The earth begins to crack
Until, together again, it grows
As chaos, disorder falls
I slip into it all
And hidden there I seek
The gems of springtime’s show
Springtime in Central Park
In Central Park the cherries begin to bloom
On a sun-drenched day when birds have left their notes
For us, intruders inside their sanctuary moats,
Unseen but heard in the shadows where the branches loom.
I walk a narrow path that’s filled with wood chips,
Fine grass and leaves enveloping the way,
Creeping past and among the gates on which they play
In the wind like the smiles on a thousand lips.
Deep within the trees there is a shelter
Where all the park unfolds its jagged edges
And there I rest in the mid-day swelter
