All too soon

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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Solstice in two acts

The swollen 

belly  of flaming 

June arches upwards 

to  meet the burnished 

skies. The white light of 

the North holds its sentinel 

guard before its reluctant 

bow to the darkness. A 

brief interval, before 

it rises once again 

with  a  hard 

vengeance

to bake 

the hot

 terrain

 

Fools gather

eagerly between

those   great  stones

anticipating spectacle

or something miraculous 

yet June’s distended form

plays treachery, and hides

the orb of fire from view.

Solstice  comes  and

goes invisibly once

again  another

victim of the 

covering 

cloud

Steve Wheeler © 21 June, 2021