If our season shrinks to hours of days
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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