Morning Shadows
Cass McCombs
Plodding morning shadows
Blanket the cracks along the patio
Droplets fall into tiny pools
That brighten with the white light of renewal
As one memory eludes me
Another consumes me
A pane of glass fogged by nostrils
Keeping me at bay from a world less hostile
The world is so vain
And uncertain
A death in the family
And I'm in love again
New day
New day
New day
New day
Melting frost on the juniper
Greyness evolves into a spectrum of color
