Beware the Leaves of Autumn

Beware the leaves of Autumn as they flee Undressing every limb of bush and tree As we shiver in the cold that sets them free And wonder, as the Pagans, what will be. For frozen in the ground the sun dials lie As high noon limply creeps across grey sky The voices of their seers do still imply The sun is gone and surely all shall die. So as the fire burns within your hearth And all you long for buried in this dearth You call upon non-gods for all its worth Pray that the sun returns to thaw the earth. John G. Lawless ©9/29/2022