This Soujourn


If our season shrinks to hours of days
this soujourn is one late afternoon
lighting every shadow as it greys.
Every creature packs itself away
knowing how its time is over soon
when its season shrinks to hours of days.
All the daisies shrivel in bouquets
pressed to fragile memories when June
lightens all the shadows as it greys.
Every face and framework fast decays
turning careful portrait to cartoon
as our seasons shrink to hours of days.

Every bright day closes in a blaze
exploding like a nuclear balloon,
and lighting every shadow as it greys
until the sunset’s evening displays
the fire work of rising stars and moon
shrinking seasons to the hours of days
and lighting every shadow as it greys.

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