Autumn Sunrise
The day
begins with a service of radiant majesty
Enacted
in the overarching cathedral of the sky.
Is this
the funeral ceremony of summer
Which
has slipped inexorably away;
A
grandious display of exuberant pomp,
That celebrates
the seasons’ sempiternal succession,
Bequeathing
memories of vigorous and playful days
To the
more mature mind of autumn?
If so,
its passing doesn’t go uncelebrated,
And not
entirely unmourned,
Although,
breathing a long and soulful sigh,
We
welcome a more somnolent and soothing time of year.
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