Autumn creeps o’er sylvan hills
Cold winds, smoke tinged
Throw blustery chills
Crimson, russet,
Amber spills
The leaves have blown away
Born of heat into cool
Ye who turns emerald to amber
Listen to the work of the mule
With tools and purpose we hear them clamber
Clamorous winds birth turbid skies
Dark clouds, unploughed
Oe’r shaven field
Far above,
The kestrel cries
The harvest months won’t stay
In the light gather ye the product of summer
The gift of life ye placed in the earth
O’er the hills and in the wind comes the scent of night,
The dusk murmurs
Gather ye tools and rejoice by the hearth
Stars and planets coruscate
Late night, lit white
By sickle moon
Shadows falter
Dance, gyrate
The year is dying away
A death to transcend the realm
O’er cosmic bodies it shatters
In her ye are born,
She who allows the seasons to whelm
Dance ye now in the revel of the satyr
Frozen now beneath the earth
Roots stir, concur
Begin to grow:
Greening in
The new year’s birth
The winter will give way
Maw of Winter begins to soften
Ice of the north soon feeds the river
Nature and man alike,
They too leave their icy coffin
For in the spring there is no reason to shiver
Rivers swell with soaking rain
Buds grow, sun’s glow
Brings warmth again
Songbirds pipe
Their sweet refrain
While blossoms gently sway
Born anew the season blooms
Restored, unbroken in stride
Spring comes forth from Winter’s tomb
The season here holds a luster
Gentle rains and warm sun,
In this season they collide
Sunshine strengthens, sultry gold
Things thrive, alive
In ways of old
Vitality
Now takes ahold
We bask in dulcet days
Mighty are Heaven’s rays
Warmth, a flurry of heat
We smile in plentiful fields,
The warm sun on our feet
Here we wait until the end of Summer days
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