Seasons Passing

Seasons pass.

Fall is coming,

Orion and his dog increase their slant,

There is constant, steady motion.

Days are shortening,

With beautiful motion the beautiful blue earth

Plays out its career,

Ever turning, ever moving--

Now toward its brother sun,

Now away from its brother sun,

Quietly, serenely.

Steady as she goes.

--September 9, 2013