Autumn's Grove

Forest bronze of bright supernal splendor Dazzling us with your light We rapture at your magic and wonder While our hearts dance in flight For here amidst rainbow sparks man's desire Find God throned in frailed citadels of fire And old magic recover to the hearts Like blooming flower sings With honey bees, and bold ferile harts And leaves on angels wings Dance in ancient folk manner as they fall Beneath the altar that prayers apall O the beauty of vareigated light I have seen in trance still And sometimes too before the skies at night I stutter in my will But this eternity on a brinking time Posesses me with its delicious clime Of colorful fruiting, and honeyed praise Rushing o'er the soul like brooks To serenade the leaves at end of days Or find faith beyond books To guide each thought, so we ready may show The soul's kaleidoscope when called to go For leaves once green fire the engine of earth And sustain our hustling Lungs to bubble with the chalice of mirth. And again we come basking Fresh in Autumn's glory ere now hidden By labor, until the sweet call from heav'n. Leap O heart again, midst songs and feast Make believe time is long And this falling glory shall never cease Where love and joy must throng This altar now of gold, brown with glory Of russett flames, writes love's green victory.