Cold sphere that sits high in the sky. Looking down on fields turning golden. Shining your silver light on to hay rides and bonfires after homecoming games. All that you must see as the leaves turn and bring you from silver to gold then amber. As harvest are brought in and your light gives a guidance to fall. You shine over children playing in the chill of the starry night. You mark the months and time. From foreboding dark and mysterious to mischievous and inviting , you bring out comfort to us. As we celebrate the soft transition of a season, from Autumn to the cold winter sleep.