Monday, September 17, 2012

Aurorean

It's getting dimmer
and growing grimmer
the chance for sunlight slightly slimmer
because we're tilted
the leaves turn wilted
like so many fragile lovers jilted,
the stalks are stricken
they slowly sicken
from cold that makes their juices thicken
until rotation
assists creation
to begin another incarnation--
it's getting dimmer
but there's a glimmer
of burning hope we must always simmer.

3 comments:

Lynn Proctor said...

i love the feeling i got from this--like harvest time :)

aprille said...

Adore triple rhyme and your end words are so musical. Yes, that meteor has a lot to answer for: tilting us right at the start. Still, it does make for more interesting wather patterns.

rch said...

Hi Lynn, that feeling definitely inspired this.

Hey aprille, yes the change of seasons is special.