The light waxes
Sharpening every shadow
Bringing resolution without rebuke
To the darkness growing shorter
As the rising brightness
Floods the fields in rays belonging
To every plant and tree which grows
From hallowed soils
Dance we in the meadows
Among the browning grasses gone to seed
In the brief flash of autumn’s day shine
To the tune of West wind’s breeze
Dare we whisper to the branches
Of the bare yet noble trees
That our dreams our calling softly
Through this gentle rosy glow
Shake our hopes out from the pillows
Blankets warm the chill away
Where will we wander watching
Nature’s bold manifestations
Hand in hand within the forest
Side by side along the lake
Will we sit beside the bubbling creek
Stand silently among the ruins
Of summer’s passing
Thief of hearts the sun is climbing
The sky is fair and full of light
There will only be moment
Ere the waxing begins to wane
So short the days of autumn
Leading straight to winter’s door
Let the brightness fall upon us
Dancing with delight
Overflowing hope for evermore
