The sun sulks, eclipsed,
denying us another day.
In a series of silent nights,
a fluorescent moon hovers overhead,
our eye in the sky…
then blown aside by winds of ire
from stirring Giant on high.
Timid raindrops crawl across a telephone wire
like cautious children anticipating a slide…
as the heavens unfold pounding its wrath upon us–
angry thunder in rolling arpeggios
storms down with vengeance.
It took thousands of years
for the universe to arrange for us to meet by chance
–a chance of a lifetime;
Then a lifetime of chances
squandered by our witless folly and misdeeds.
Callow youth and shallow beauty
fading into senescence and sleep.
The city mourns. Autumn tolls for her dead.
Summer has been slain–
her fruits lay lifeless, deserted in decay.
Soon Winter shall come to cover and conceal
silently effacing all traces that we ever were.