It just happens so quickly. The sun is high and then it dips lower in the sky and moves southward. I notice this because we have a due west facing portal and as the solstice approaches, the sunsets become less fierce, sweeter. The tomatoes are ripening as if there is a deadline, and the sunflowers are going to seed feeding the migrating warblers and assuring a bumper crop of volunteers for next year. Elizabeth Barrett Browning invites us to contemplate this pivotal season of change…
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
(The Autumn, 1833- partial)