This poem was an assignment, given to us years ago, in Poetry School. We were supposed to shorten, and ‘tighten-up’, the original, so to speak! The author is unknown.
Here’s the original
The deceit of light mocks the summer sky
as warm earth turns to stone
beneath my naked feet.
sun-dotted breezes blessed my smile.
a bitter wind stings the tender birds
till they can no longer warble,
and the cruel empty night