Decline and fall

It is September and  you mark the decline of the sun

Behind  the long rows of buildings and listless trees.

From the train its decline is noticeable in arid wastes

That have straggling shepherds and the grazing sheep.

The sun does not envelop their bodies in silhouettes.

The orange of  light shall wait at the mountain’s mouth

Beyond the spartan colors of the lake, less its shimmer

As clouds  pass without event, giving rain a sabbatical.

The decline will of course be followed by an exciting fall.

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