AUTUMN DUSK

My eye so lit by a dragon breathe,

Glazing the sky from a dropping sun,

Waxing moon hung in hollow firm,

An evening feast had just begun.

Harvest your crops dearest friends on earth,

Gather the seeds, make good your steers.

For autumn nights shall darken the dusk,

Early signs as woollens prepare.

A world's fine cycle sustains my race,

Fragile human find your guidance in grace.

We all have kindly gifts to bring,

Life is witheringly short, so sing.

Give joyous thanks to each neighbour's love,

Help thy friends in need of some,

Show we care when others rage,

Step up where needed, burn only white sage.

Many I meet are goodly to trust,

Walking a journey through unknown mists.

Reaching out with their spirited soul,

Faced by adventure, with burdens of own.

Yet come together we all do now,

A land is calling to seek a view,

Hear the voices and crying from all,

This is the hour, step up we do.

Poem by Emrys Skye