This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon.
I enjoyed my morning walk today, as the Sun greeted me. I wonder if the Moon is on a monthly break today, or is unable to see me. There are no greetings exchanged.
I hear a faint, tearful voice say that I died this afternoon.
I saw seasons change
in a bat of an eyelid
moving on, ahead