Sonnet 388

The golden light of summer’s torch succumbs

Each day retreating more to southern shore;

In marched progression, lessening the sum

Of gilded promise that the springtime bore.

Now leaving darkness longer time to play

And bold Orion stalking through the night

With club upheld in endless search for prey

And sweet Merope ever in his sight.

So Ursus Major yields to hibernate

As winter’s grip lays siege upon the land

And 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.

Loubert S Suddaby poems