Worn coral paths of history
Wind gently neath the evening shadows...

When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...

Shimmering light on dawn's lake
A rising sun of caramel gold...

I vanished in the midnight wind
Neath silver glare of hallowed moon...

Blossoms rustle in the wind
Crocus bright and thistle blue...

A bank of mists burns scarlet gold
Across the dusk in Autumn skies...

Cottony lace surging across the season's sky
And starry jewels scintillating in dreamy heavens...

This spectral world, where few have tread
As Summer days to Autumn pass...

A forest pathway I follow
Through a distant misty hollow...

Small town, it sleeps neath darkened skies
Time to reflect as I unwind...

I hear your voice reverberate
Captured on crumbling acetate...

October winds, they came at last
Across the hills and ponds, they passed...