Obsequiae Autumnal Pyre
Luminous groves in twilight
Alit by scarlet fire
Lustrous and fleeting firmament
Caressing autumnal pyre
Ardent eyes with the depths of a well
Silken tears upon the earth befell
Weeping under the clouds
Storms and gale pervade
Striking the cliffs in the distance
Tears of silver cascade
Fields now lay trodden in amber
And leaves of gold sprawl the mire
Dying needles of the tamarack
Released as the branches grow tired
Hear my words
Touch my hands
Fires now burning
Where foliage now stands