(Originally posted September 5, 2018)
 
 
 
Red roses wilt as fervor gone.

Blooms of purple, blooms of yellow,

Lavenders and sunflowers–they turn pale and mellow.

In display are fading hues, o sad meadows.

 

The Midnight Sun’s a tease,

Leaving night navy skies a lot to miss.

Leaving farthest northerners wistful and down-

Who never needed a clown?

 

The Arctic Light is quick to leave.

Sunrise will never meet Sunset–oh please!

For billion years the skies never sleep–

In debt? In love? If it’s me, the last seems likely, try flip!

 

Goats left Southwest Morocco–they’re free.

Through feasting; through with argan trees–

In agony are jaws and vestigial toes.

Hope is a keeper; Sorrows come and go.

 

So long summer, so long.

My arms spread, whispered I belong.

In oblation: Heavenly Father,

To autumn, I am ready to say hello.