The tumultuous day now closing
raging winds and thunder fight the setting sun
shadows long,grey fingers on the grass
its green once bright and clear
daisies tight lipped,closed at noon.
The month had started well,six days more
June the chance to start again? I doubt.
put away my scarf and sweater,
cotton now I thought and linen hat,
across the field,above,and round about
the growing shadows,crows and hawks
stretch their darkening fingers,black
pointing to the right,
towards the setting sun.