The Weakened Sun

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The summer ends, and it is time
To face another way. Our theme
Reversed, we harvest the last row
To store against the cold, undo
The garden that will be undone.
We grieve under the weakened sun
To see all earth’s green fountains dried,
And fallen all the works of light.
You do not speak, and I regret
This downfall of the good we sought
As though the fault were mine. I bring
The plow to turn the shattering
Leaves and bent stems into the dark,
From which they may return. At work,
I see you leaving our bright land,
The last cut flowers in your hand.
~Wendell Berry “The Summer Ends”

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5 thoughts on “The Weakened Sun

  1. We just came in from a midnight harvest of the garden by moonlight and flashlight, since the day was long and the frost is coming. Wendell’s words are haunting and true; thank you for sharing them.

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  2. Laura, I haven’t done midnight harvests but I can imagine it exemplifies the finality of the growth season and entering the dying season. Thank you for sharing your especially long day!

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