Autumn Born
Autumn born and autumn led
Autumn named, maybe autumn wed
For who knows what the wind will blow around your knees
Or what will fall
From the bigger trees.
I feel it stirring, I feel it rise
The rumbling of the thunder, the bruising of the skies
And here we go
again.
Lightning shows up the hairline cracks
In the heavens high beyond the chimney stacks
And gods might fall
To your feet.
All’s in ravage, all is wild
But in the midst of this tempest stand you my child
Your chin is up
Your arms are out and your mouth a cup
To the falling rain.
Your mean is golden, your mien is mild
Being Autumn born, you calmly go unriled
By leafcull storms
by the leafcull storms
Of fall.
I watch over a Hazel tree
But one day she will tower over me
Just you wait and see
And when she reaches a splendid height
Children will come running from their longest night
Hmm, see if I’m right
And they will play
Beneath her canopy
Sheltered from the stalker that the world can be
By my little Hazel tree.
(Lyrics to the song 'Autumn Born')
poem by Grahame Lockey
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