Sighing, sweeping leaves of Autumn, o”ew the fields the wind does blow.

Soon, in silence all will sleep, soft beneath the snow.

Say, “Goodbye,” to days of Summer, save them  up for Winter tales

Warmly shared around the hearts, safe from Winter gales.

Spirit, pull my heart asunder: leave your misty world behind.

Rest your hand upon my brow, ease my weary mind.

Through the veil, I feel you tender. Still my reach cannot reveal

All that I would say to you of  the love I feel.

Harvest up the feast of Summer. Store it safely from the cold.

Gather friends and family home as in days of old.

Tell to all your tales of  Summer. Let the sun shine from your eyes.

Share the spirit of your fire ’til the seedlings rise.

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