The October Sun

How bright and jovial is the summer sun Promising life and fertility How different the October one Dealing death and aridity No longer do we espy a golden glow Now there is but a dark blood red orb hanging low Cyclopean with its brooding ,glowering glare Sinister in its Saturnine stare It is but the harbinger of a deathly gloom There to lead Persephone down to her Plutonian tomb There she will,with Demeter's reluctant assent,stay Until the shoots of spring come out to play.