[Lawtan]

Among the cries,
Shallow complaints,
Self-isolating people,
With no sense of my saint,

She is...
Wind in the branches,
Rustling in the breeze,
Gas in the lanterns,
Rocking gently,

Leaves falling,
All brown, red, and gold,
So the land is fading,
To the chill of old,

Early nights,
Chaotic days,
Hope for progress,
And many bales of hay,

Moon rising,
Stars dancing,
Deep in the nights,
Wolf hunting,
Prey hiding,
Under the silvery light,

Spirits called,
Spells have been cast,
Mabon to Samhain,
The change has past,

Candied masks,
Draperied dancing,
Middle-term Makeups,
Crystals in air prancing,

Gourds carved,
Squirrels tucked away,
Trees naked,
Birdsong gone till the next day,

Oranges and browns,
Warm and cool,
Such is Autumn,
In a nutshell.