Bright fire covers ground
An autumn song writ by trees
That will fade to snow

Hold me by the fire
Help me burn it all away
Let us burn yet more

I long for warm sands
Coastal creatures chittering
To breathe salt-tinged air

Onward may we go
Toward that bright horizon
Just us and the stars

Crashing comes the babe
Steps echoing before it
So unquietly

The year passes quick
And the seasons turn quicker
I say: so it goes.

A fall storm quickens
With shiver-inducing rains
Foretelling winter

With brightest aspect
Does the sun, late in the year,
Penetrate a cloud

Jet-black rain-wet coals
Telling of a pain since passed
By minutes, or months

Leaves overhead play
A dry and windy rhythm
As autumn arrives