Salt and
pepper
clouds begin
circling
overhead,

wind slithering
through the
grass deep

and ominous
like a serpent

spreading sin.

red leaves
brown leaves

in this

solstice

afternoon
burning
hot and

and then

hotter,

then falling
to the
ground
exhausted.

summer
scratching
at my
window
sills,

cracking paint

fading all

color to

white,

regret
taking
hold of
my tired
bones,

and throwing

them away

like day old

left overs

from a

funeral"s

wake.

my breath
shallows
uncertain

as if the
next one
might never
come.

sorrow a
shredded bed
I lay my
soul within.

no rest

for a love
that  dies

alone..