Breathe deeply the aura of Autumn
The gentle touch of amber breath
The rain approaches on the western crests
Topped with white coming of the winter chill
As with dreams, the breathe of air is silent
As with sleep, the winter slowly approaches
To take a silent sweep of the autumn leaves.
As I am standing here, buffeted by wind
The whispering talk of boughs and limbs
Swaying up their children to the taking wind
An offering of self, an offering of seasons
A gift to the soil of the coming year.
Filled I am with the sun of the Lord
The touch of his praises unyielding
And the smell of God on the wind
Peeking over the hills distant and purple
Mountain majesties inviting me to come
Come to us, take our beauty
Take our scents, take our tastes
Take with you what you can,
For we are to be gone on the following
Breathe of the northern wind.
We breathe our last offering breath
And let ourselves sleep
For our green cousins will keep watch
Keep watch over us
As we sleep.