RETROSPECTIVE


Now the days grow shorter,

now the light turns dim.

Time to stop--to say goodbye.

Time to stop--to wonder why

life has gone so swiftly by,

and things have been as they have been.


Fiercer blow the winds,

darker loom the trees.

Time to pause--to look at things,

hold in mind these vanishings

that rise in air, burnt offerings,

to perish, swift as memories.


Earth turns harder, colder,

frost gnaws at the air.

Time to think--to think and know

how little we can ever know,

the life-long question why things go

changed to the final question: where?



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