The year is turning slowly
And autumn has appeared
It’s the time of inward gathering
And the time of branches cleared
When the last of summer sunsets
Move over to the cold
And the trees go from the reds and greens
And somehow just look old
But with the marching of the hours
And the spending of the days
The coming of the winter snow
Or the cold mists and the haze
We know that spring is promised
And all this will come again
We will pass through all the dark and cold
After all the wet steel rain
To stand in pastures bursting
With wild flowers and the hares
And marvel at the gifts god gives
As his love he then declares