IN AUTUMN'S LIGHT
THE DAY IS BRIGHT
WITH APPLES HANGING
IN THE TREES
I MET YOU HERE
MY HEART TAKES FLIGHT
YET LOST AM I IN
THOUGHTS LIKE THESE
FOR APPLES NEED
A NEWTON'S MIND
WHILE WE ARE JUST
TWO SOULS ADRIFT
SO MANY FRUITS
FOR US TO FIND
WHERE WISDOM BLOOMS
IS NOT OUR GIFT
PERHAPS THE WIND WILL
GUIDE OUR WAY
IT'LL SORT OUT WHAT MUST
BE OF DONE
WHICH FRUITS SHOULD FALL
AND WHICH SHOULD STAY
AND LEAD US BOTH
TOWARDS THE SUN
BUT WHO WILL GATHER
ALL THAT'S RIPE?
AND STITCH TOGETHER
SKY AND EARTH?
IN LOVE'S VAST SCHEME
OF HOPE AND HYPE
WHO CHOOSES PATHS?
WHAT GIVES IT WORTH?
NO ONE COLLECTS
THE FLEETING BLUE;
THE SUN HAS SHED
ITS GOLDEN VEIL
TO WHOM CAN WE
OUR LOVE ENSUE?
THERE'S LITTLE LEFT
WITHIN THIS TALE
THE EMBERS CRACKLE
IN THEIR DANCE;
THEY SEEM TO WARM
WHERE WARMTH IS GONE
UNTIL YOU LEAVE ME
TO MY TRANCE
I PONDER SUMMER NOW WITHDRAWN
FOR LOVE RESEMBLES SUMMER RAIN
UNSEEN UNTIL IT
GRIPS YOUR SOUL;
WE FEEL ITS PULSE
BUT NOT ITS PAIN
AS SEASONS SHIFT
BEYOND CONTROL
PERHAPS THE WIND
WILL GUIDE OUR WAY
IT'LL SORT OUT WHAT
MUST BE OF DONE
WHICH FRUITS SHOULD FALL
AND WHICH SHOULD STAY
AND LEAD US BOTH
TOWARDS THE SUN
BUT WHO WILL GATHER
ALL THAT'S RIPE?
AND STITCH TOGETHER
SKY AND EARTH?
IN LOVE'S VAST SCHEME
OF HOPE AND HYPE
WHO CHOOSES PATHS?
WHAT GIVES IT WORTH?
WHO CHOOSES PATHS
TOWARDS THE SUN?
NO ONE COLLECTS
THE FLEETING BLUE;
THE SUN HAS SHED
ITS GOLDEN VEIL
TO WHOM CAN WE
OUR LOVE ENSUE?
THERE'S LITTLE LEFT
WITHIN THIS TALE
THE EMBERS CRACKLE
IN THEIR DANCE;
THEY SEEM TO WARM
WHERE WARMTH IS GONE
UNTIL YOU LEAVE ME
TO MY TRANCE-
I PONDER SUMMER NOW WITHDRAWN.