Autumn
Autumn came drifting
Like the mist from the sea
With a breath warm and gentle
It slipped under the lintel
To signal to summer
It’s reign was now over.
For the Celts the New Year
Began with late autumn
When new life was seeded
In fields and in orchards
Seeds slept through the winter
Bursting forth in the Spring.
A season of bright ambers,
A riot of leaves and pink dawns
Til colors slip away
Revealing a naked day
That’s shorter and cooler
While evenings come sooner.
Then the stark thought
This season is short.
Our lives are a cycle
Like the earth round the sun
But never returning
Time does not rerun.
So we’ll fill up the larder
With dried fruit and red jams
We’ll drink and we’ll dance
Until morning has come
We’ll enjoy this autumn
As a very special one.
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