The End Of It All: ( Late August, 2021)

O I witness the summer as it dies!
Farewell to those precious days of green.
I see fresh sorrows deep within your eyes,
And I am troubled immeasurably.
For they are like myriad setting suns.
Over an abandoned landscape. In dreams,
I see white flashes on the horizon,
As troubled earth awaits, its longest sleep.
Mostly, I dread dark clouds filled with hard rain.
In these cruel times, it's hard not to go insane.