Killing Fields
the days shorten as dark umbra extend,
foretelling the struggle of a bitter end
summer waning wearing away,
Halloween ghouls come out to play
molting trees shedding crimson leaves,
cornstalk scarecrows are perches for thieves
crushed pumpkins cover a killing field,
blood-stained Earth must be healed
fleeing fowl flit their feathered escape
ahead of the north wind's howling gape
Grim knifing with its icy claws
entombs with rock-candy all that was
a blanketing tent of suffocating clouds
with darkening screens of snow enshrouds
Earth is terminal these last brief days
longing for the sun with its cheering rays
though health seems hopeless, hoping keep,
for Earth will rouse from its restless sleep
Brian Hodgkinson
Sat 24th Apr 2021 04:40
Thank you Keith. I wrote this in 2007
Yes, I noticed that nuance too.