Last September Poem by Jaxsun Castro Horn

Gone are the rays, of summery days
soon castles fade to breaking waves.
Solar and lunar ply shine and rain,
to wallow in splendor, and weep in pain.

Warmth from the Sol come and go.
As Terra and Luna, dance to and fro.
Whilst creatures of land, sea, and air;
the mortal multitudes steadfastly prepare.

A Virgin whisper winds of change,
far beyond Cancer and Leo's range.
With sobering hues of autumnal fashion,
yielding a balance of supernal passions.

Winter's goat tops it's mountain climb,
heralding the gem in 3 days time.
Evening's zinc shimmers through mist,
illuminating her ocean of dancing fish.

Alas, a flame longs an aqueous queen.
Midnight and noon thrones coalesce unseen.
Arcadia exalts their ecliptic surrender,
lest Seraphim weep their last September.