I Never Let Anything Be Pretty Enough

I never let anything be pretty enough

I thought I had no taste failing to realize 

It was classic the way I now see

The lines the curves of a body and a room

I relax my breath my quiet my sadness even

The rain comes to wash me the otherwise 

Atmosphere subtracts distractions

I absorb the poetry of the trees

I finger in the key of D major I limber up

Belief in what is possible again

Soon amber holds toward autumn

I remember again the ones who left in September 

I remember polished walnut wood and trees

And limber moments I climb the stairs

I whisper back to autumn what I remember

I remember the absence of wind and the quiet wind itself