timid thaw (Live) Lyrics

Big old birch tree swinging on down

Power knocked flat

Rotten straight through

Like where my fingers meet the nails

More fitting of my age

My face is a liar

The mirror shows no experience

Yet I've learned

And since forgot

More than some ever will

With a symphony of spring peepers

Winter's soliloquy comes to an end

A sprung spring strut

Has the starlings making nest

A many morel morning

Always gives

To a manic

Afternoon

Branches break from the weight

Of something oh so sweet

Long enough for the drupe's

Hard pits

To settle in our soft stomachs

Forsythia flowers fumble

To shake away

Mid-april snow

Still faring better than

The hibiscus

Now laying down

Though

Fret not

Come midday

They'll steal the show

The first full yawn only comes

Once you stop trying to

The final frost froze

The day after

They sowed their seeds

As for i

I wait

For the flying squirrel

On the apple tree

Branches break from the weight

Of something oh so sweet

Apples mush into peaches

With little difference we eat them all