Kicking Leaves
Katrina Mitchell
When we're kicking leaves in
November freeze
And you smile
Won't you miss me
When the city's framed by a
Blue black sky
And two worlds
Light up in the sun
When we're standing still
At the head of the hill
Won't you kiss me
Won't you kiss me
There's a drawing of you
With your eyelashes black on
Your cheek you're asleep
There's a drawing of her
With her face turned away
She says her coffee's on
In the darkening day
Starlings wheel and sway
And you smile won't you miss me
Wind roars down the street
Can we meet
Out of town
Oakleaf flickers
Whisper we're wrong and you
Play me that song
Oh kiss me won't you kiss me
