Vernal Equinox

Having stood to one side
while friends from days gone by
went forward to the dream
we’d shared one evening
when warblers, their rhapsody,
sang beneath the steepening shadows
where each, we sat
watching the sunset; images
grown toward distortion
in our thoughts while darkly
stealing in around us so
that seldom did we hear them
until that minute passed
when all the sounds of day had ceased;
and change overcame us
as each then enigmatic
was dragged about the street
and hung by wise men
in burning effigy.

~Richard Summers