Autumnal Pyre - Obsequiae

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