After many a summer dies the swan

wing

 

The aurora at the start of day

cannot hold against the fall of night.

Being granted immortality but not eternal youth

is no wish fulfilled. Fear of death,

natural as the sunset, twilight, darkness, acceptance.

 

* Though this poem’s title is a line in Tennyson’s poem “Tithonus”, I was inspired by the the Aldous Huxley novel
that uses the line as its title. They both share the theme,