To Joburg’s Autumn Sun
You have my heart when earth’s tilt spins this joy:
Your gentle strength still calls the grass to green,
While trees their hues of red now do employ,
And sapphire sky fills spaces in between.
Your warmth while dimmed still reaches to my face
It thaws, it soothes, it brings me solar life
But soon the joy you brought will be replaced
By scales for skin and dryness like a knife.
Along my arms and legs, and on my lips,
I have become like those with blood so cold,
Who seek the light to loose the chill that grips
And hunger for the power globe of gold.
As day’s end cools our hearts to feel forlorn, We long for that which summer made us scorn.
"...dryness like a knife. Along my arms and legs, and on my lips"
Feeling this already!
Beautiful 🍁