Seasons

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.