Roving the fall

Soon the winter moon shall surrender to the august eves

The balance calls and foresees the eminence banished

The generous breeze begins to cool and plucks the leaves

The mighty old man winter bars the colors of once adjacent blooms

Alters them shades of foggy gray

And as I plead; please don’t let here nature separate

Together as I close my eyes, you will be near me always

I will not let my summer’s affections be forgotten

Heed my strength; for remembrance of these latter days

And it is not the end I say; but a beginning

Only a short journey through vast clouds

So let us celebrate; the fall’s future together

Let us be kindly remembered

In the eyes, mind and spirit of that which we prior have danced

In the summer’s gardens of green growth

I will take an oath this day;

I will not become the chilled air plummet my light

I am virtue I say;

I will with will splendidly ally lovingness’ ease

The promise of winter is aching and distress

But my will can sway the indifference

I can live these warm months

But I can too dream through the long winter

I shall never withdrawal my surviving sword

For there are wails and hollers in the first day in January

The tamed in August where closest lied the heart

Here to bid never forgotten;

The warmth, the light and the giving

Was the one and true way