Autumn


Something in the autumn stirs deep within my blood,
I shut my eyes and through my veins, mystic visions flood;
My heart peers through the veil, its beat is like a rhyme,
The brilliant autumn colors, trees swaying, keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples, a wolf's lone howling cry,
From the mighty oak an acorn drops as I pass by;
I hear the calling of the crow, my lonely spirit soars,
Calling me to follow him, through unknown open doors.

Something in October lives deep within my soul,
My instinct leads me forward, losing all control;
Heart quickens, blood burns hot, life's eternal flame,
Like a siren calling, my soul renewed, reclaimed.

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