Our poet today Anthony Watts observes the cooling of the sun in these latter times. It is Day 720 of the daily poems.
The sun cools
to a petal
of rose: a cobweb sustains it;
a blown leaf
lopes like a stoat across the road.
And you?
are the ember
in November
a warmth I cannot touch.
Anthony Watts
From ‘The Talking Horses of Dreams’ by Anthony Watts, Iron Press 1999