fall.

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness

Every year we have been witness to it:

how the world descends into a rich mash,

in order that it may resume.

And therefore who would cry out to the petals on the ground to stay,

knowing, as we must,

how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?

I don’t say it’s easy,

but what else will do if the love one claims to have for the world

be true?

So let us go on

though the sun be swinging east,

and the ponds be cold and black,

and the sweets of the year be doomed.

— MARY OLIVER