In the autumn the swing of light is the same as in the spring,
and in the forest dog violets bloom again.
In my garden the Mock Orange puts out a few perfumed flowers and the rain has coaxed another push of sunshine yellow mulleins from the almost ossified Summer stem.
The Earth is turning, light is fading from this season,
but it can feel the same as the light growing in the spring,
If you want it to,
If you try hard enough
But there are swallows massing on the wires
Socially distancing swallows, but swallows none the less,
And all my wishing will not keep them a moment longer
Stretching out their improbable Pterodactyl wings to preen the summer dust away
Before swinging back on the turning world that never stops,
However much we want it to.