The inexorable decline of a season.
And incline of the next season, happily
Those stars will get you every time.
Good thing, too!
I love solar lighting and I love your poem. The evening is to enjoy and the morning is to work.
I too prefer that schedule, even tho working in the dark renders my mistakes more excusable.
A wonderful piece, with an apt image. Greetings!
Makes me want to go out tonight and gaze at the heavens.