A Time to Reap

The seeds were sown a long time ago,
they have yielded an abundant crop.
Emptiness took root and spread on fallow
land - post card perfect now, against the backdrop
of frozen clouds that once wept caustic tears
to wilt laughter weeds. Stalks of solitude
bear ripe grains of silence, the reaper appears
with a scythe. All business shall now conclude.