there was a while it almost seemed
the sunlight could not end–
a time when days went on forever,
when darkness only came reluctantly,
and stole away before we were awake.
but it’s no longer light so long.
another season slips away.
and (for once) I think
it’s just as well:
for, as the darkness rises up
to balance out the daylight,
I can feel myself, too,
approaching equilibrium
(not stasis and not rest,
but still)
dynamic working balance
arrived at by a process
of deliberate adjustment
rather like the summer ends
not all at once, but by degrees.
and yet, I know from seasons past
this balance is but fleeting:
already tomorrow it is gone,
and winter’s on the way.
poem (c) 2015 D. Ohlandt
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