By Jane Tawel
July 8, 2022
Golden harvest has come due.
Evening sun commands the view.
Now the red-maned goddess flies,
‘cross the deepening gloaming skies.
Earth’s horizon sings Time’s song:
“Day is short, and night is long.”
Bast, the Lion Goddess comes.
Birds are stilled and people, mum.
Oh, the glory of the Sun,
as the day has come and gone.
And before the Night entombs,
the world’s on fire with Sunset’s bloom.
© Jane Tawel, 2022