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

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

Intrepid these winds that swirl through the...
On white marble clouds that coalesce in silence...

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

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

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

At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...

I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay...

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

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

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

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