We sit, we listen, we know
the afternoon sun is fading
irreversibly into night, the warmth
of the day is fading inevitably
into coldness of night, the walls
of stone and stained glass offering
some light, some warmth. We move
closer, huddling, feeling the chill,
remembering spring's explosion
into color and summer’s hot sands
and brilliant glare and even
the beautiful decay of fall
with its slanted, withdrawing light.
Outside, a bird is singing.
Photograph by Larisa Koshkina via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.