October skies Covid-blue / clear as a bell
call for an end to summer’s heat
time for one last shinning / one last gasp.
Leaves present their colorful eulogy
leaving marks on flat smooth stones
lacking summer’s warmth.
As days close in, winter’s chilling bony finger
beckons us enter her icy sepulchral interment.
White snow blankets eulogies soon forgotten
as we rest / tucked in peaceful compost slumber,
awaiting life’s resurrection / sure to come.
