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