Lightfall
The green is still so young
it does not catch the sun,
but seems as if of light it’s made,
from branches softly spun.
It is the rest of moments,
before the wind will veer,
the knowing that what starts today
will fade as autumn’s near.
Within this single golden hour
the start is already the end;
so tender is this life of ours,
so beautifully it breaks, my friend.
© E n i s ∞ r
song: Saturday Sun – Nick Drake
We are from the same branch.
