i just found this today, the poem “Equinox” by Edwin Morgan.
Edwin Morgan was a scot. Born April, 1920 and died in August of last year. He was the first Glasgow Poet Laureate and was named a Scottish National Poet 2004. A true treasure, i hope you enjoy.
The petals of the sun are edged
with purple death and dying rust;
Let us go walking through this spring
before the planet falls to dust.
Dear children, bring me other blooms
too lovely for analysis:
I have felt the sparrow’s fall
the dark disintegrating kiss.
I built my systems out of rain,
Feeling nowise limited;
Slept on the bosom of the moon.
Alas! My audience is dead!
The gardens have a dying smell,
The sea has lost its muscled sweep
And no god walks the hills to tell
Whether to wake or sleep