Darkened sky, brisk air;
cool breezes chill the arms bare,
ruffle my summer wear.
Dusk so soon I am not aware.
A year passes a blink of an eye;
a day goes by before I could sigh.
Chores I can't simplify;
Do it or not do it, either can satisfy.
Honest toil is something,
or much ado about nothing?
Depends on who you ask:
existentialist, Buddhist, or moralist.
That's why I stray and fray.
A bad poem a day
will drive the gloom away.