
just like that they’re gone
to where the days grow longer
see you next year kites

whether I can see
doesn’t matter to the sun
it can’t change its path
little wispy clouds
the fullness of the moon
all things are passing
to live well and love deeply
all that we can hold on to

equinox sunrise
or as close as one gets
on the way to work

full moon behind clouds
eve of autumn equinox
a cold front blows in