Leaden skies and a harvest moon
say summer ended all too soon.
The autumn leaves hang on like prayers
changed to the colours of your hair.
and we are lonely souls inside
with yearning yet unsatisfied.
Our hearts search for an August sun
but autumn has already come.
As evening falls, a glittering star
blinks into sight, but wanders far
through cloud with golden lining hidden
obscuring skies as yet unwritten.
and still we cling to age old fears
as we gaze back on yesteryears,
and leaden skies, and harvest moons.
Our summer ended all too soon.
Steve Wheeler © 13 August, 2021
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