The sun becomes a single being
As autumn advances.
In summer the sunlight just sits there.
In autumn, it dances.
In summer, the sun is way
Above our heads
And clouds steal its glory
At the end of the day.
The autumn sun on my shoulder
Is sadder and older.
The angle of autumn sunlight dapples the sea
In the most beautiful way—
This didn’t mean that much to me,
Until I saw the sun as a single being,
Hovering above the murmuring sea.