The Fading of Summer

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We enter this world’s longest night
A twilight time of fading life
A time when love will pass away
When hope of laughter will be stayed
Into the dark and cold of strife
This aging earth, these rivers dry
The silence sings of coming dusk
The withered sing of rot and rust
That summered green begins to die
Cruel winter’s grasp when all will cry
Those lupine winds and shrouded skies
Such veils beyond mind’s mortal sight
Here comes solitude’s most creeping touch
Here comes the numbing glow, distraction’s craft
You’ll be alone, and you’ll be cold
And none will stay to stave off winter’s hold
What then remains?
What can?
What will?
The flickering glow of falsest flame?
The fractured sight?
The abyssal plain?
A thing unknown, cannot be seen
The dawn’s sweet mercy, a mere memory

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Might seem like a weird time of year for this, but it’s winter where I am.