View From A Balcony Poem by Gordon R Menzies

The leaf-lost lawn below, a
wind-smashed Byzantine mosaic
a scattering of summer moments
gone to rust, lost and lamented
by an assemblage of doves, fawn,
mourning the lost summer days
in sad, subtle grieving sighs
like a fingertip trailed in one's blood
echoing repetitions, heard before
as the Earth leans away from Sol
like a wobbling child's toy
and perhaps, soon swept aside
by some indifferent cosmic hand
bored with this endless spinning
so the knowing doves cry on
because even doves, on colder days
stab at one another's eyes
pluck feathers and fight
when the grain is low