lundi 4 octobre 2010


Golden sun on darkening leaves
Mist rolls across the fields
Empty and cold
Crows fly across the grey sky
Their call makes my heart sing

Summer is over
Winter may come
Youth has left
Cailleach will grow

Silver moon hangs in the sky
Stars behind clouds
Warm and comforting
Fire in the hearth
Flickering candles in the window

Harvest is over
Winter can come
Mother has left
Cailleach will grow
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