Chill on air
leaves in ground 
like lint abandoned 
on worn sweaters 
high clouds mask
a dull sun
even it seems 
to know that 
summer is over 

Clouds cast chagrin 
of what they
discussed in darkness 
as they hang
like pink sheers
above the mountains 
as blue follows 
sad that they
weren’t part of
the overnight frivolity 
sky it seems 
is the last 
one to know 

There are different 
types of peace
of mind of
conflict of others 
and of oneself 
and genuine peace 
follows that path 
first mind then
man then me
do not rush 
give respect to 
each in time 

All it
did was
stay on
two no
fireworks no
fanfare just 
two well
boo hoo 
so much 
for one 
more hour 
with you 
know who

I have finally 
turned the corner 
after having walked 
aimlessly down one 
dead end street 
woefully after another 
with each step 
emptying my pockets 
of my past
at least reaching 
the streets of 
present and future 
and decided to 
walk that way 
down that street 
to the horizon