nighttime is falling and winter is here

trees are all barren and hillsides are sere

a hard snow is coming and the wind cuts through

I cannot reach for her, she’s gone from me now

it is what it is

Main Street is empty and restaurants have closed

a predacious hawk has silenced the crows

the train sounds a blast as it rushes through town

it is what it is

it is what it is

that’s what we all say

it is what it is

the response of the day

it is what it is

we shrug and go on

in truth it says nothing at all