Evergreen

[couchgrouch]

EvergreenCharlie looked out at falling snowon an evening cold and bittermost leaves had left long agotheir choice was something to considerbut songs of green mountain pinesdon't surrender to the seasonstheir rich color and whispering rhymesseemed like the voice of reasonsome have leaves...some have needlessome remain...some await the Springand there are two kinds of peoplesome fade away...some are evergreenthough he should've been in bedthere'd be time enough for sleepingso Charlie got dressed insteadto the sound of his own weepinghis wife dozed in a corner chairshe'd watched over him for hourswhen he couldn't see sunrise thereshe had been his morning towersome have leaves...some have needlessome remain...some await the Springand there are two kinds of peoplesome fade away...some are evergreenthey say time fliesmoving from day to daybut what time does isn't flight,like hawks it stalks and glidestill it carries you awayso Charlie kissed his wife's cheekthen walked off in the forestsat 'neath a pine when he felt weaklist'ning to its gentle chorusshe awoke and found him goneand knew his stubborn reasonsfelt her cheek and sensed he lived onfar beyond the reach of seasonscos some have leaves...some have needlessome remain...some await the Springand there are two kinds of peoplesome fade away...some are evergreen(c)2004 Robert George