Fire

Spirit of Autumn in
The Burning Wood
Oak boughs wet, the
Winter's hood

Fire of Yellow
Fire of Red
A woodsman fellow
His leafy bed

Forest floor and
Pumpkin Spice, harvest
Moon before
The Ice

The treest are thick
With cordial Fires
They fall in Autumn
As Mother tires

Uncloaked she lies
Uncloaked she dies
When fire falls
When Winter calls