Mirror, where has youth fled
Is it hiding in this wrinkled head

trapped in dream
can’t dictate theme
often, a silent scream

is this altered reality
flashes of history
hyperbole in mundane potpourri

it’s as if the sun is sleeping
its fearful tears are leaping
the sound of staccato weeping

running at the pace of fear
got to get out of here
make no sound lest they hear

The gray sky weeps because the summer sun
waved goodbye with sunburnt hand
Now, winter reaches in with icy fingers
to numb the land

All the summer bounty will be washed away
by this winter’s rain-sloshed earth
Giving birth to months of dearth

So too my love you have deprived me
inner warmth even as you depart
Leaving me with shivering heart

Is there good reason for such dreadful season
Do you plan an annual return
Lest I learn to fathom what you yearn

Tell me what I need to do
To retain the heat of you
Are you just a fair-weather friend
Have you brought our summer to an end

time for me in sight
born in water, die in sand
a blink in God’s eye

tree winds rustle through
the bleakness of the winter
the sound of dying