“The New Book of Days”

October 28th

Autumn Sigheth

Wind bloweth

Water floweth

Feather flieth

Bird goeth

Whither, bird?

Who can tell?

None knoweth…

Fare-well.

 

Wind bawleth,

Rose fadeth,

Leaf falleth.

Wither, leaf,

Where you fell,

Winter calleth…

Fare-well.

 

Tree turneth

Bonfire burneth,

Earth resteth

Sleep earneth.

Wither, earth?

To dream a spell

Till flower returneth…

Sleep well.