Sun of autumn, thin and shy
And fruit drops off the trees,
Blue silence fills the peace
Of a tardy afternoon-s sky.

Death knells forged of metal,
And a white beast hits the mire.
Brown lasses uncouth choir
Dies in leaves- drifting prattle.

Brow of God dreams of hues,
Senses madness- gentle wings.
Round the hill wield in rings
Black decay and shaded views.

Rest and wine in sunset-s gleam,
Sad guitars drizzle into night,
And to the mellow lamp inside
You turn in as in a dream.