I had barely opened my eyes and the sun was already setting.
I had barely begun to breathe in the hot, humid air
when a chill sliced across my throat and poured into my veins.
I had just begun to smile easily, the sun radiating through my pores
and the moon soothing my fevered songs of lust and love
when the careless sky closed on me, gray and somber, laden with frost
and indifference.

Summer ended not with a whimper, but a smack between my eyes,
a banging in my bones,
and a shattering of my dreams.
A distant echo of dying leaves rustling across my mind
and falling through the alleyways of my breaking heart.

I had barely shut my eyes of the too-bright sun dancing on my eyelids;
I had barely started to rock slowly, cradled in mother-warm breezes;
I had barely tossed off my wool socks and danced barefoot in the grass;
I had only just barely begun to sing joyful paeans to the everlasting sun
when it slipped from the western sky and slid too fast into distant dark.

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Editor’s Note: The featured image is “Autumn Landscape. Frederiksborg Castle in the Middle Distance” by Christen Købke (1810-1848), courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

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