Musing On the Autumn Light

The leaves have not yet fallen from this tree It makes my room so dark I cannot see. Winter clocks will change and lengthen nights. The sun will scarcely rise nor give much light. The angle of the sun brings danger near It blinds the eyes and fills us with great fear. in Sudeley Castle chapel the stained glass Concentrates the light and let’s it pass The world is different every day and hour it is the same for little winter flowers Look a[ modern life we are too rushed The artist in us all is daily crushed. When we struggle fearing we are lost The spirit we all share will pay the cost. It doesn’t save that you have great wealth As long as there are poor you have no health.