This afternoon the sky darkened to gray,
behind a haze of smoke and cloud cover
from some hurricane moving up the coast.
That happens often this time of year.
At outdoor tables, people arrived and left,
worked and laughed, knowing our brightest
months are winding down, loathe to
relinquish summer’s delicious freedoms.
Soon the days will draw close, first and last
light consumed by expanding shadows, and
we will abandon ourselves to timeless rhythms,
revolving gradually until to face the sun again.
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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