pythia’s leaves

The field was green as EdenThen it withered into brownIn the middle of my grievingThey came and cut it downAnd I was sure that it was all my faultThe day they mowed the garden to the ground What was good, good, goodIs gone, gone, goneAnd there's a little boy who's lost out in the woodsAlways…

go back, go back to the ancient paths

I was young a year agoWhen last among these cedar treesI walked the white and lonely paths.Today, the bright blue Huron breezeSings to me a sharp “although” —Though you were young a year agoThese paths find you yet young. A year ago on ancient rocksI stood and cursed, by bitter fearEnraged against the will of…