8 October – Sunset elegy

Little, lost, lonely sun,
where has all your lustre gone?
All your shine’s shone out and fallen,
every charred quartz treasure stolen.
Dazzling show reduced to husk,
lights turned off, day made dusk.
Do you remember when your bright head beamed
spotlights of shade across the ground beneath?
Do you mourn all you used to be,
towering tall and blazing free?
Little, lost, lonely sun,
don’t despair, you are not done.
You will rise again – at least a thousand fold –
dawning brand new stars of beautiful, burning gold.