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.