Hues return to soft and grey
as autumn spreads her wings
Edge brown thrush in waiting reeds
her song now gently sings
To trees that turn their colors down
to days that give less light
This year into it's calming down
she's letting in the night
Now wood smoke flavors citrus pines
breathes out on wind blown west
The life is in its savoring hour
as it nuzzles to her breast
Her essence chilled runs not so swift
the fields are ripe for dreams
Now let the majick fill her land
all waters start from streams
So let the time wash over us
with the love of silent things
Hues return to soft and grey
as Autumn spreads her wings