DARK TIMES
There are no birds left to sing
Only frozen bells to ring
Trees of ice fall down and die
Stars burn cold fires in the sky
An old piano out of tune
Echoes all around the room
And cowboy songs from long ago
Are gone like friends I used to know
Glasses full of sad red wine
Cannot ease my troubled mind
Love and freedom never found
Dead dogs lying on the ground
Winter bleeds its blood of white
Doors are locked against the night
Knowing that she won’t return
Spiders are the last to burn
@nancycunning Feb 2022
Oooh. What fun images. I love what John Prine said about songwriting, how he started writing them because he couldn't remember other people's. Writing definitely helps me stay interested in learning to play the guitar.
@shallowcarrot Feb 2022
I love this. Nicely written, and paints very vivid images.