Golden disc retreating to a pallid horizon.
Tree tops bathed in fiery glow
Rendered starkly against brooding clouds.

Coal black shadows recumbent on a
slumbering landscape,
As summers prime colours sedately ebb away.

Pale silver orb awaits curtain call.
Whilst the first chilled kiss of Autumn caresses skin.

Busy,busy,busy!.
No time to stop,
They're always behind me.
Waiting for the moment.
I stumble and fall.
The voices have me.
"You're useless" comes a hissing whisper.
"Everybody hates you" spits another.
"You have no friends" screams a third.
A babble of Harpie like voices screaming around my head.
Voices joining in unison.
A choir of negativity screaming to a crescendo
"Worthless,worthless,worthless!"