The day is filled with splendour
When God brings light from light,
And all renewed creation
Rejoices in his sight.
I was tucking tomatoes into jars
like sealed sunsets
when the murmur of rain shifted
into a soft, silver tinging
against the buckling season
and our bright exaltation.
The paling droplets
blending with the thickening rain,
becoming flints of pearls
flinging through the commotion of air;
scattering pale masses over the
burnished and bronzed gild of fall;
as we stood looking, very young and not quite old,
to the early movements of the snow's advance;
as the mute jars stood guard, in rows,
the descending myriad,
and the coming darkness behind.