Bison
Setting Our Tables
As the Red Deer relate toThe month of April.So do we wait patientlyTo set our tablesOur forks and knivesThey work with antlers side by sideThey’re gnawing at the withered pineHoping she’s the oneAnd my Father’s BrideIs tearing down the mountain sideSoon the trees will all alignLeaving us with SonsCast them later than the older onesUntil September when they have becomeFully covered in a velvet skinTill they’re just like the shrubs and saplings they defendAs the skin sheds slowlyThe mount becomes more stableAnd I would climb to redefineThe path if I were able
From Letras Mania