calm was the day

in the clear autumn light no lies inhere
the greens reds golds browns all are warm
not yet praise time is the outlook sere

nothing today can mask the scents of fear
that come from beings that have lost their form
in the clear autumn light no lies inhere

too soon we know will come the season drear
when grey and leaden skies will be the norm
not yet praise time is the outlook sere

the nights too long for too long will we bear
the cold of winds and ragings of the storm
in the clear autumn light no lies inhere

days that are short the heavy clothes we'll wear
that hateful hated winter's uniform
not yet praise time is the outlook sere

not now the thoughts of the dark things to hear
as the mind's lumpiness at last we reform
in the clear autumn light no lies inhere
not yet praise time is the outlook sere