This song makes me want to curl up into a warm fuzzy ball
To live through this fall day
To live through this forever season.
The sky is gray
And my feet have the dampness
As if they were in a slush bath all day long.
They throb with a coldness that your song glorifies
I throw on your staggering slurs to try to be a badass about it
I’m not about to give in
All I had
I had nothing
Then I found this
And now I must hold on to this like a kite
Pulling, pushing, winding, spinning,
Freedom, control, balance, nature, man.
Carhartts and dirty work boots
Wet muddy gloves and the saving grace of Maggie’s organic fuzzy wool on my feet
It’s a long season I don’t dare try to glorify
I’ve never been to Samaria
But you are really singing about the vegetables
That I tend to and lend my heart to
As other options await their time of bloom.
