Fiery clouds blot the sky
that was summer's
earlier today,
so long ago
you can't rightly say
whose day it is now.
Burnt out, old
stars get replaced.
Constellations shift.
A diaspora of cicadas
keep up a low
jittery tremolo.
Tonight, coming home
from the fair
I felt it, for sure,
cold like the flat
of a knife blade laid
behind my knee: a wind
that galloped the tents
lifted a flag and its duty done,
was gone
then, stepping off a curb
my foot disappeared
in a puddle of darkness.
Clearly, we fall away
like an era.
The new has begun, again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clearly we fall away in definite time. Amazing poem is shared on nature topic....10
Thank you, Mr. Mahakul MM