The Sun is Dead
Dark Clouds
Rumbling, rolling,
Sliding, gliding,
Hanging, lingering overlong,
Low in the sky,
Dampening moods.
The Sun is dead.
Brightness;
Yellow, orange, and red.
Kissing green leaves and greener fields,
Caressing wild flowers and butterfly alike
With life affirming warmth.
Gently touching mountain lakes
And valley streams creating golden reflections
To awe to eyes and lighten the senses,
All…
Squelched,
Smothered,
Hidden by darkening, wispy hands;
The Sun is dead!
The Sun is dead
Gone from view
Replaced by haze
It matches my mood…
The Sun is dead.
