Lying in Wait

 
It tastes like autumn.  
Brisk air feels empty, sparse.  
My mind’s eye sees the coppers, the crimsons, the olives and oranges,  
Yellows, and lime green.  
And the antique moss.  
 
Monochrome vistas dominate reality.  
How long has it been since Sol was here?  
I haven’t kept record of days in so long.  
Naked trees whisper,  
“The end is near.”  
 
Ancient sirens protest the silence.  
A vestige of civilization, once magnificent,  
Once creative and enduring,  
Now wholly entropic.  
Rusted circuits, fickle and dissident.  
 
They no longer warn,  
They now only remind,  
Of what once stood,  
A functioning, well-oiled machine of nature,  
The dominion of mankind.  
 
Behold the scorched vastitude,  
Blanketed in hopelessness…  
I shut my eyes again.  
A husk of a world hidden by my eyelids,  
Kaleidoscopic bliss.