the birds scream
a disjointed symphony
for the glaring sun
in her radiant petulance
reasserting dominion
over frosted blooms
the streets lined
with faded petals in
brittle dismay
a flurry of maroon
transitioning
into lusterless brown
stinging grit reminders
of summer’s disdain

i sit in the darkness
a net of nettles strapped
to my hollow skull
my fingers longing to
run through her hair
as i devour her slowly
with long kisses fading
from deep crimson only
to crumble and drift
on the ever howling winds
carrying the disharmonic
symphony of sparrows
a dusty dusky memory
of an inferno shared
only to be abandoned
when the flames became too real