The Mute Sky Poem by Barry Middleton

yes I would send a warning to the sky
to bring a rain to quench desire
the clouds are cruel and mute

in summer half a life has passed away
a desiccated lily droops
a lizard seeks the shade

so I must write the stuff of mortal grief
the setting sun and destiny
the tears that will not fall

a poet feels the seasons of the heart
the hot the cold the wet the dry
the short supply of air

and yet he often fails to heed the call
till old and weak it is too late
to make a final plea

and so it is the scream becomes a moan
and light becomes a silent moon
that sinks into the west