Change and Constancy
Memorial to the ripened world:
destiny once was colored green.
Now, for a few short weeks,
in hushed, low tones,
time drifts down around us
golden, scarlet and russet.
Ever earlier sunsets
remind us how change is linked
to constancy, it clicks round
that clock face we quietly turn back one hour.
We put away the cotton sheets,
get out the flannel ones
and lay the feather-filled quilts across the bed.
The world prepares to lie down
with us for a season of sleep.
Susan Koefod 