Turning Day

Sat a friend across my end

He said a thought he'd lend

'twas a bright mornin'

birds singin, corns dancin';

I hadn't a clue that 

He’d with words lay me flat

So I asked clear 'Say brother'

He looked near and he looked far

And then a smile made his lips ajar

But 'twas not a smile but a scar

He said 'Pal, she is my life

But I ain’t her love',

He slipped then to the quiet

So did the singin’ birds and the

Corns in flight

And the sun turned harsh

And the wind sparse

The lovely day  had taken a turn 

From birds and breeze and corn

A worse one - a bitter time

Had just said ‘Hello’ sublime