thunder approaches

shadows are sharpened by the shining sun
the clouds that soften light make darkness dull
we pass from dark to brilliance at the run
but the grey clouds are coming close to full
the pots are filled with gold and purple blooms
waiting the brightness that has now withdrawn
somehow somewhere in dank and hidden rooms
the leaves are ripped and the petals are torn
all summer light is doomed to end and fade
the turning earth moves us from night to night
the daytime shadow becomes mortal shade
and dark subsumes all that was fair and bright
this is the sum and substance of all life
the joy is of a package with the strife