Autumn

A stone arcs into the water. Circles within circles ripple Distorting the mirror. As I stand upon the shore. And the fallen leaves Are gathered in circles Flame-red, orange and yellow To enhance the ritual. And sun's red circle Commands a hollow sky. I light two candles Intone a gentle orison To hallow this fruitful season. Let us fill our granaries and stores! For soon a white wind Will starve the meadows. And we must survive The necessary shadows Which lengthen as we stand Between the flickering flames.