A sighing summer’s song

Thunder tolls in the distance
And there is a cast of orange to the sky
The clouds' colors and schemes
Are spilled citrus and cream,
Poured out from my own mind's eye.
And there is a cast of orange to the sky.

Twilight slips in unannounced,
While the storm has passed, so it seems,
The sins of the day,
Were rain-carried away,
Our sun-splattered conscience made clean.
As the storm has passed, so it seems.

A lonely dog barks from the corner,
As the after storm quiet takes hold,
Soon voices will sing
Their echoes all ring
When the stories of their lives will be told,
Till then the after storm quiet takes hold.

Summer softly is sighing,
And her fall-scented breath makes me smile.
The leaves will soon change,
Transformed with the rain,
And burn in the boughs for a while.
Yes, her fall-scented air makes me smile.

But for now I'm content with the evening,
And there is a cast of orange to the sky.
The color of heat,
Where sun and sky meet,
Burns past my eyes, deep inside.

And as the years die, my
Heart will not cry and
My fears won't belie
And I'll just softly sigh.

If there is a cast of orange to the sky.