A Day In August Poem by Eddie Roa

Today the rays of the sun lost its radiance
It flew away with the summer birds to kinder climes
The breeze no longer warmed, instead, an alien cold
Brought in by the August rain hung clammily in the air

A few runted fruits stayed on the lichened branches
Abandoned by a beneficent sun of a summer gone
Nothing to reminisce by the glorious time of plenty
Or of the gaiety of nature's floral celebrations

Prancing newborns romped and leveled wild flowers
In robust green spreads of curling fields of grass
Today they huddled in the shepherd's wooden shed
Shivering in their sullied and stringy fur covers

Living through the abruptness of seasons, the bleakness of the day
Pensively, I pondered life's dispassionate and cantankerous moods