Scarf of Winter's Dawning

Laughter on a lilting wind Crush and crumple, sneeze and fall Do you hear the wild geese The trumpet sounds for summer Take the rake and pile them high These gifts of lingering light Born on breeze of apple crisp And smashed pumpkin premonitions Bury yourself in the core of autumn peek out like a nestling true Or ride the hay bales high a scratchin’ Underneath a howler’s moon Purple abalone face of night aglow Dew the jaded remnants of summer gone Wrap the joyful child of man Within the muffled scarf of winter’s dawning.