Summer Apocalypse or…just the End of Day?
Apocalyptic? I’m not even in that kind of mood. This started out as another summer reverie (well yeah, in March) and then someone suggested a “mushroom cloud” and then all my bliss went catawampus. Well, I guess “summer” in March is an oxymoron. Last week is over, its freezing today, everything now in bud is threatened, so…the circle is probably complete!
I did compose this with intention. Any comments or questions?