Once there was a threat of summer
And rain showers dared to live, hungry within the clouds
And dying, the raspy gasp from the blackened asphalt, coughing
Lightning, fireworks on a funeral pyre.
Childhood incarnations of paradise usurped by time, the thickened
aromas of a faded season. Portraits flavored in now, rewinding to birth:
Dusk, midday, the cool of morning.
Hair darkly swept,
Red radiance burning the blurs of grey, the chalk outlines in the skies.
Finally the eulogy, a Writing
In the air, speaking, perhaps,
But who knows?
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
Once there was a threat of summer
And rain showers dared to live, hungry within the clouds
And dying, the raspy gasp from the blackened asphalt, coughing
Lightning, fireworks on a funeral pyre.
Childhood incarnations of paradise usurped by time, the thickened
aromas of a faded season. Portraits flavored in now, rewinding to birth:
Dusk, midday, the cool of morning.
Hair darkly swept,
Red radiance burning the blurs of grey, the chalk outlines in the skies.
Finally the eulogy, a Writing
In the air, speaking, perhaps,
But who knows?
