Where did the Sun go?

Where did the Sun Go?
It was here a minute ago.
I knew right where
to lay my hands on it's warmth
pouring in through the window.

But now it's gone,
mislaid while I attended indoor tasks,
Not even noticing when bright gold was
buried in the fog of an autumn morning.

And now,
None of my scrabbling around
out under the billowing mist
will help. 

If only I could recall,
as October tips
into November,
How fleeting that warm gold is,
Slanting champagne light on
a late autumn afternoon

While I
lose myself on needless
indoor tasks
that could easily wait
for rain and midwinter dark.
Squandering
All of that living gold.