A short Keatsian Ode inspired by nostalgic feelings as another year draws into Autumn.
You chilling choke on Summer’s lazy haze,
You marching herald of death’s universal scourge,
I both love and dread these inevitable Autumn days
Which slowly crush all youthful urge.
But does not Autumn bring
Beauty in the turning of the leaves?
Though changes swiftly come to strike,
The Summer’s exploits do yet sing.
Perhaps Summer and Autumn find ground alike,
For may not the glory of life shine most at death’s eve?
The seasons change with passing ease,
Our dwindling lives of little note
To eternal forces guiding these,
As we traverse life’s widening moat.
As Autumn glows in Summer’s splendid light,
Might our passing years not also bask
In tearful gaze upon years long past?
I awaken each morn in a terrible fright
To see another day has seen its last,
But memory’s light makes the new day an easier task.
-Michael Sweeney (The Cave Troll)