Shadow Dancing

Wistful shades of light in orange and gold Pouring out heaven’s great plans on still limbs Breathing calm through the hills, like cherubims Brushing souls with cascades of light untold With Autumn’s twilight comes the early cold Verses dance on soft skies like gentle hymns Loitering o’er grey, wistful clouds, grief dims Wrens and robins lift beaks, the air to scold Old souls who love rustling woods, heed God’s voice Listening for the calm of warm solace Who lives in the song, moving through forests O’er mountains, through the valleys, souls rejoice With autumn’s outburst, splendor is flawless Fall, juicy spice of gifted folklorists.