It took dog days and years
To catch a moment when it’s here
And that the hay bales just might
Be mostly made of light
And that leaves can fall like shining golden coins

I can feel it in the hollow spaces
In the quiet places
Where the light comes down
I can see it in strangers faces
In the lines and traces
On the winter ground
Where the light comes down

It took awhile before I saw
That the world is mostly made of ache and awe
And that some night hum with sound
And sometimes silence is a noun
And that dust and snow can swirl like falling scarves

I can feel it in the hollow spaces
In the quiet places
Where the light comes down
I can see it in strangers faces
In the lines and traces
On the winter ground
Where the light comes down
Ashes fall and waters rise
Season change before our eyes