June has faded
to ice before
Summer had taken breath
cold seeping in
builds pressure, in the air
it nips at colour
an eroding sensation, that
burns, yet does not melt
but adapts instead
time brings no grace
innocence your hour is up
reality ripples
everyday brings another surprise
to knock, what you've established
on how to live life
Bheir Hamish aire dhut a-nir
(For a family friend)