the days shorten as dark umbra extend, foretelling the struggle of a bitter end summer waning wearing away, Halloween ghouls come out to play molting trees shedding crimson leaves, cornstalk scarecrows are perches for thieves crushed pumpkins cover a killing field, blood-stained Earth must be healed fleeing fowl flit their feathered escape ahead of the north wind's howling gape Grim knifing with its icy claws entombs with rock-candy all that was a blanketing tent of suffocating clouds with darkening screens of snow enshrouds Earth is terminal these last brief days longing for the sun with its cheering rays though health seems hopeless, hoping keep, for Earth will rouse from its restless sleep
Killing Field
23
Apr