Each year the tilt toward fall
Earth’s night turning from its Milky Way
toward dimmer worlds
sapphire sky pale to dark
pooling over hills
tinting aster and ironweed
the last morning glory whose indigo petals
open around a star.
A tree that looks green drops a yellow leaf
and afternoon’s blue deepens around it
as if what is lost remains close
to cushion descent.
One by one the days shorten.