The shock of having grown so old has eased because the weather
In the week which passed was constant, youthful, brilliant,
Showing not a sign that summer is about to end.  Its persistence
Seemed to lead me to believe that I'll persist, a pleasant thought,
Though neither of us will.  But now, the video Cassandras gaily
Point their little wands at maps which they are saying show that
Cooler weather, clouds and rain, the hallmarks of the season
Said to come exactly two days hence, are on their way.  When
They arrive, they'll bring me back to brooding on my age.