Dogwood Days

Through the picture window, winter falls We tiptoed out as adventure calls Breyer horse collection, dollhouse chairs Packed now somewhere Me and my good friend down the road We thought our parents would grow old together There it is, memories we bend to fix in boxes The dogwood days have come to end Leave the kitchen light on, one more night We crowd the island like olden times Through the picture window, life in limbo Now that it's only a launching site Old tennis rackets and winter coats Tricolored ribbons and birthday notes I've got a feeling this is only the beginning There it is, memories we bend To fix in boxes and never find again The dogwood days have come to end To end