this darkness full of rain

that clatters in the chimney

and washes over roof tiles

seeping through cracks and pooling on the floor

is the summer’s end

the end of dusty death of grass

and the bees wandering hungry

migrations started

the sky emptying of feathers

filling with cloud

clouded sky water memories

and the longing for what has gone

fingers that claw like garden rakes over dry stalks

but nothing can breathe life

back into summer’s husk.