changing of the seasons

and yet another changing of
the seasons- is upon us

a transition period--
getting ready for the next season to come in-

adjustments are being made-

people are bustling about-
trying to get out of storm's way-
the winds are blowing-
it is unsettling in here--

a friend in minnesota

sitting here in this definitive mood--

while the man plays my song
filling each string with emotion--


so soft and somber--

all i know-- all i can think-- is there's nowhere to go but
home.