All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
Thomas Moore
(a piper in the shadowed light
Shadows grow long as days grow short.
A gentle hush settles in over the horizon.
Savory, heady scents and tastes fill our senses,
While we wrap ourselves in blankets filled with rich warm hues.
Yellow flickering lights fill the magical darkness,
As crunching crackling sounds serenade nighttime wanderers.
Time gently slows as clocks turn back,
While older hearts bask in youthful wonder.
Baking relentless Heat, now mercifully blown elsewhere,
Ushers in gently refreshing rains to a thirsty weary land.
A page turns as days now change.
Seasons shift as bright mellows to soft.
Fresh replaces heavy, as what once was now gently fades
Into the pale shimmering light.
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