What Happened ?
When
night\'s grizzly black crown falls
to the rite of Light\'s way
and servant Sun unlocks doors
to Dawn\'s turreted gable
azure disposes of clinging shawls
as warmth augments rays
to pierce the prism of jet\'s vault
Yet
soon precocious grey mist-veil
shrouds my cottage walls
to shut shine thru\' windowpane
deflecting the morning
in shadowy swirls of sky-change
so replacing bats and balls
a family picnic I now stow away.
What happened to the autumn Sunday
of promised blue I thought would stay ?