Autumn

Above, the sun sinks into night.
Below, the Earth, longing for rest
The fire of air follows to sleep.
Sap slows, green fails, and golden fields
Bow to Death’s rule, burying seeds
Of future days deep, promising
Hope, winter’s stormy wrath defying.
The hearts of men their Mother’s steps
Follow like children to fireside
Where dreams of spring dispel the dark.