Cold may be the autumn rain
Sky's tears clinging to the window pane
Shivering bare the arms of trees
Missing already their leafy sleeves
Gray the day and dark the night
Only wistful, thoughts of light
To lonely places thoughts flee
However fleeting thoughts may be
Abide still I and eager yet
Hope even in the cleansing wet
That spills upon this dry hard ground
And fills the cracks this heart has found
The fallen leaves a blanket spread
Upon a sprawling earthen bed
Upon which sleeps a withered day
'Til spring so far
So far away
