It's Still Life

A Stoney-Face Sky

Summer’s end burns exhausted,
as if falling faint from effort.
The sky is stoney-faced,
torn and tense and shining,
and trickling jigsaw shapes
against the windowpane.
Earth chews its bottom lip,
nervous, life’s slowing
to a static stride. Winter
watches in the distance.

for dVerse Quadrille #63 44 words, excluding the title, and including the word “earth”