Wax

I'll not mourn the absent sun

That so recently shone and is gone

I have other lights

Pillars, votives, tea lights, tapers

Comfort for the twilight days

And solace in the nights

Sonnet No. 2

 The ripples in the service of the sun

The breeze that dapples leaf-light into shade

The clouds that pass above, they all are one

Upon the same foundation they are laid

And though the precious day be turned to night

Abandoned in that night you shall not be

If but the silver Moon shall shed her light

And by that gentle light we both may see

Be tomorrow darker, shorter, colder

Autumn stealing glory from her brother

Yet the universe shall grow no older

And what is to come shall not be other

The universe endures, I tell no lie

To me it seems not proper that we die

The Fever is Come

Horrors of the night parade themselves in daylight

Now that the fever is come

Floods of tears and sweat but the crisis is not yet

Now that the fever is come

The patient is not dead but life hangs by a thread

Now that the fever is come

When the fever is gone will life go on?

Or will a dead planet orbit the sun?

Killed by its fever as it tried to kill

Everyone?