VARIATION ON 73

This time of life
My core grows colder
Autumn turns to winter
Maturity ages into old

This time of year
My branches bear
Silver sprigs and amber leaves
Of few (or none)

This time of day
My sun is setting
Black night encroaches
And I rehearse eternal repose

But loves grow stronger
And I cling
To that which I must leave
Before too long


[This is my riff on Shakespeare's Sonnet #73]