Death

I treaded the path once often stepped
Shifting breeze, uneasy glance
Distant thunder, silently clapped
I kept walk, not looking back, not once.

Memories burning with each step
None around, no sound serene
Paths make way to open gap
Should I take it, am I keen?

Twice looked around
Leaves withering, as if to cry
In bewilderment I am unfounded
Twice looked at heavens, I try

Something is wrong I sense
A cold wind snaps my inner
And it dawned just like that
It's the death of summer
Winter starts.

Copyright 2006 Abs.