High as the birds
As I fly down the straat
Breaking between winds
Biking becomes my art

I'm a sunchaser with not so much time
Clouds coming daylight dimming
Ending play and dance in sunshine

Autumn is here as the fire glows hot
All gentle cosy and soft
Snuggled up closely in
Cinnamon spice clove
Soup and broth

With layers upon layers of clothes
We enter the winters sway
Retreating begins as we become
Hermits in our own way  

During the dark endless winters night
The campfire will call us to its divine light
Here we sing songs of our old souls treasure
Rituals dating back to where there still remains a tether
Healing in community
Through art and play
We gather around the fire
To Dance the winters chill away.