October Sun
We sit outside and bask in brilliant sun—
And though it’s warm, we know it cannot last,
For August’s days of glare and heat are done;
October’s sunny days are speeding past.
In youth, one summer seemed to last an age—
The days that lingered, sunsets without end.
What seemed perennial was just a stage
As, growing up, we came to comprehend.
And though the warmth recedes as winter nears,
Resist the urge to panic or to mourn--
At dawn upon the Solstice, Sol appears:
With sempiternal rhythm, light is born.
October 23, 2019
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