Sun blinded
I squint at a horizon
so bright it can’t be seen.
I walk blythly toward
the brilliance
wondering what lies beyond.
Behind my back
has been brewing
ill wind.
Without warning
a blackened sky
belches uncertainty
and change,
but beyond
the black clouds
blow breaths
of a new day.
Nothing ends
that isn’t a beginning.
Shawn L. Bird 
This is really great.
I know I’ll keep writing because well “nothing ends.”
Amazing!