Coastpoet

The dying season fades away
struggling in its passing
like a cranky old man
too tired to stay
and too stubborn to move.

There is no moment to refresh
and no vision of better thoughts
bringing a peaceful stride
where empty calls of what has been
linger and will not relent.

It is for now to ponder on
the passing of the season gone
and watch the challenge of the faded day
stay in its place where other faded days
have played and moved away.

© Coastpoet