Song of Autumn

Create me a song of autumn

Of icy lakes of cold

Of sky glass pale and misty vale

Play me a song of old

 

Flute me a song of fleeting geese

Winter following close behind

Of echoed cries arcing across gray skies

Fashion a song refined

 

Craft me a song of sighting winds

Of bare melancholy stone

Of whispering trees and golden leaves

Sing me a song of home

 

-Darien Gerke

 

10/27/2005

Done