contemplativeFades to North
The ebb of seasons is foretold
by the calendar on the wall
the time of West has unfurled
bleeding light from the sun
a wheel turning upon the globe
all are lost to be found
fade to North in response
still we walk upon the earth
exacting change once again
the expected that’s a shock
for the ones with memories
lulled to nod in summer’s glow
the gentle coming of the cold
pushed aside the warmth’s control
no longer master of the earth
as the sovereign is replaced
sustain the hope as light declines
the spell will tarry by the tilt
of the earth in the cosmos
imparting chill to travelers
fade to pale in the dark
awake to dimness then move to dusk
the span beckons with this vibe
now to linger as seasons turn.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181117.
