Last Days Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Dormant, awaits the freeze of spiny tears
from swollen skies permeating,
A'drown in iced-over desire,
sealing the fate of an early frost...

Only one horizon to gaze upon
as this reluctant sun sets westward,
I rise as night cools in spiraled breaths
and moonbeams cast harvest eastward.

Still green spreads wide
not muted tones of fading brown or sallow gold,
Long I hold these moments,
before the telling time of autumn ticks.


(9-2-07)