Pamela Wyn Shannon Vespertine Autumn
Where is the green-eyed whimsical one?
Is she in the garden dancing?
No, for she's wrapping us round
With her cloak of russet brown
As the vespertine Autumn is calling,,.
Without compass, nor cane, nor lantern light
She leads us in the changing
Are the last summer's embers fading glow
Making you fearful of the dying?
Yes, but she's wrapping us round
With her cloak of russet brown
As the vespertine autumn is calling...
Without compass, nor cane, nor lantern light
She leads us in the changing
Now deeper and silent
And more mindful you will go
Past the roots 'neath the frost on the earth
For she's wrapping us round
With her cloak of russet brown
As the vespertine autumn is calling...
Without compass, nor cane, nor lantern light
She leads us in the changing...
