Fields of aged
gold
Boughs hang heavy with ripened
fruit
Shimmering
Cider
The year grows
old
Leaves blown by the
wind
Golden
rainfall
The rolling
fields
Fade into a mist shrouded
horizon
Dark ocean of
trees
The seasons
turn
Cold bites the wind blowing from the
North
Jacket
required
Chill touches
spine
Voices from ages gone whisper
haunted imprecations
Costumed
carnival
Young eyes
sparkling
Domestic explosive detonates among
the stars
Sacrificial straw man
Equinox to
Solstice
Advancing nights herald Winter's
Onset
Cyclic
beauty
