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 up cornucopias least and grand.
Thus is it now, and ever may it be;
The sun, the earth, the stars…and you and me.
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