Kendra's Pictures

Crooked old house by the side of the road With a fairytale patina Little pottery shack with a barn in the back And a crooked wall of stone Forsythia in spring corn in the fall Winter greens at Christmas But the wreaths on the door don't get changed anymore And the garden ain't been grown Nothing but the light Ancient as the scriptures Nothing but the light Coming out of Kendra's pictures It's a funny little thing Lilacs are supposed to come in spring Here it's mid-November There's pretty little blooms Two seasons too soon Saying maybe she ain't really gone Sun comes up Sun goes down Shadows climb the trees One year you're here then you disappear Into the great beyond Nothing but the light Coming in the windows Nothing but the light Coming out of Kendra's pictures Autumn leaves at shutter speeds Empty rolls of film No one to feed the birds their seeds And nothing in the kiln Nothing but the light Sending her very best wishes Nothing but the light Coming out of Kendra's pictures Nothing but the light Gentle as a whisper Nothing but the light Coming out of Kendra's pictures Crooked old house by the side of the road With a fairytale patina Little pottery shack and a barn in the back And a crooked wall of stone