It's Still Life

When Your Brain’s Gone Amok

The sun is low,
lacing
through the clouds.
It shines
on summer’s charred remains.
Autumn is bright as apples.
And the day
is going well enough,
until I recall something
that I said 5-years ago.

Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: “amok” 35 words (sans title, I assume). ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Digital Artwork is mine.