ghosts and travel

I saw my Father in the twilight
walking outside of his time
so I sent my blues down the river
got a clean shirt from the line
when the ghosts are showing up
it's time to move me and mine

I don't know where you are
but I can tell you this
I'm on my way to find you
hold you tight and give you a kiss
and it doesn't matter where I find you
If you're there it's better than this

I don't do the math

I can see all my failures
every time I move one
Two more are visible
I don't do the math often
the numbers get too big

winter

So what do I need to cause a break
in this heavy winter-gripped lethargy
these slow-trickling short days alone
waiting for some flashing thaw?