Come Fall - Little Wings

When the rising tide is rowdy

And the summer crowd is crowdy

I feel your leaves cover with ease

Sidewalk and seam awoke in your beam

When the fall flood is a vapor

And I put myself in paper

The ink is like blood so it feels good

Fingery branches arm and hand wood

When the light at last is dying

And the truth in me is trying

To see what I do looking me through

Focus and bring all the bells to ring true

Come fall come fall come fall come fall

Come fall end it all