Summer dies a somber death with skies
From blue to gray fading. Chill by dark
Sneaks through a tangled swamp to awaken sighs
Deep moaned from frogs. They hum to leave their mark
Before the quiet--that early autumn quiet,
The kind that bruits the fall of humankind,
The fall of year, the fall of summer’s fight
To burn away the fossils in your mind
To no avail. Prehistoric you
Cannot admit all life will go away.
The holy prints of all you’ve found to be true
Inside your spirit man hold perfect sway:
So you hoard an ancient shale of many mansions,
Detailed hulls of hopeful shadows dancing.