A sonnet on the changing of seasons. Thanks to Mick Jenkinson for some suggestions that improved it.
Equinox
The earth has tilted and we’ve reached the time
where day and night are weighed; and weigh the same.
With nature balanced, summer’s lilting rhyme's
replaced by autumn’s slow and brown decline.
As day meets night the planets mark their course
across the cooling, cloud strewn moonlit sky.
We stand and watch as time goes calmly by,
helpless to fight the mighty unseen force
that drives us all, we want to stop the flow
and hold a universe within our hand.
To keep this one strand of our life’s fine yarn
poised; cherish it before we let it go.
But day by day we lose a little light
and welcome in the coming of the night.
Tim Fellows September 2020
Image by Gisela Merkuur from Pixabay
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