The Light Seems Cold Today

The light seems cold today –
Not the lush bright fall of leaves,
The end-of-summer splay
Of colors and of day that grieves
The passing of so much more
Than time, now replaced
With death and gore,
Anger at all life, before
We knew that Mike was gone,
His breath and ours the same,
Mixed up in dreams, somehow
Carried on the air,
Like the August light
He should have seen,
The day instead now
Streams of night’s despair.

August 28th, 2024, Rosebud