October Sun, now that your work is done
upon your way to warm more southern climes
remembered summer evenings crowd my mind
your parting gift of those most pleasant times.
Your warmth can hardly stir the morning mist
as nights encroach upon the shortening days
and those now drowsy with approaching sleep
sport autumn shades within your softening rays.
You who awakens life each passing year
and warms the days of those lost in their dreams
who sails with all towards some waiting fate
across that ocean, boundless as it seems.
What a lovely poem, thanks for sharing this Jan. the second stanza struck a chord with me in particular. How often have I seen that morning mist fall not burn off quickly in fall and just hover hauntingly.
Cheers.
Thanks Vince. Yes, autumn is a mesmerizing time; Nature can be so still, as if holding its breath
i have the sun now
From us to you – enjoy!