Friday, September 30, 2016

Autumn Opus

The harvest moon abates and fades away
another summer drawing to a close
as autumn slowly steals the longer day
we cede to darkened curfew now imposed
Just tiny specks on tilted globe we spin,
the seasons blend into a muted haze;
old stories long remembered now rescind,
while Fortune calls the shots and sets the pace

With season’s change, I feel a quickening,
I wonder, then, if you might feel it too—
the song comes carried on October’s wing
as once again her promise is renewed.
   Another year, another note transposed
   to amplify this opus we compose

©  Ginny Brannan 2016

**Image taken by Kyra Lija Ferrigan Brown 9/19/16. View from our street at sunset.

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