The opposite of summer,
That forever twilight of my youth,
The sky just a darker blue Long past midnight.
Solstice balances Solstice,
A line connecting each pole.
The year strung out, summed up in sunsets
And reckoned in rises.
Every sunset is a defeat,
Every sunrise a victory.
The ticktock of days
Rushing by ever faster.
The worst days,
Like broken glass
Crunching and cutting
Under your feet.
The best days,
Brief moments of bright
Gone too soon,
Never forgotten.
It's not the days in your life,
But the life in your days,
Lick your fingers clean,
Reach in and take another.