Lovely Language I Don’t Understand

But you, have disappeared You have been released You are flecks of light You are missed Somewhere, spinning round the sun Circling the moon Traveling through time You are missed —Lucinda Williams, Copenhagen

Automne

We could slip away, wouldn’t that be better Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater — Yo La Tengo, Autumn Sweater

Holocene

And at once I knew I was not magnificent Strayed above the highway aisle Jagged vacance, thick with ice And I could see for miles, miles, miles — Bon Iver, Holocene