The slick of summer was all it took
to realise we were far too busy
looking down over ripened fruit
to notice the fair warning—

the orchard leaves adorning
a season of complacencies,
where urgencies in oranges
crept out from mellow greens.

To not have seen the signs, profuse;
the writings on the wall.
Drunk on July’s fermented juice,
the softened light of early fall.

And so the Sun, low-hanging,
pressed beneath the foot of God,
exudes its nectar, lingers
over hallowed hills, untrod.

© Joseph Chin
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