People pressing onward from spring into December
Passing, passing, passengers pass by going nowhere
Creatures carried cross the crescent winds of North America
Pollen passing, passing from Sahara to Siberia
Presently the peasants make pretensions of the rain
Princes play, pretending that the peasants plot the reign
Showers sow our shelter so severely shall we guard
Places passing, passing into memory and word
Pleasant possibilities presented passionately in March
Placated past debate into November placed in starch
She somberly succumbs to something sad to be believed
She’s passing, passing, passing by like pretty Autumn leaves
