The golden light of summer’s torch succumbs

Each day retreating more to southern shores;

In steady march, diminishing the sum

Of gilded promise that the springtime bore.

Now leaving darkness longer time to play

With bold Orion stalking through the night

His club upheld in endless search for prey—

With sweet Merope still his guiding light.

So Ursus Major yields to hibernate

As winter’s grip lays siege upon the land

So too does autumn’s burgeoned bounty wait

To fill the cornucopias least and grand.

Thus is it now, and ever may it be;

The sun, the earth, the stars…and you and me.