Lord: Your summer has gone and your springs’ have passed before.
Relieve your leaves of their duty
and pass on the colours of seasons gone.
Grant the winds of May
the chance to blow such sadness away.
Press onto your children the gift of beauty;
of hope, of love, of cold wind fury.
Those who relish in frivolous daydreams
will stay up to the hour;
reading, writing, watching and waiting
for theirs is the time of the daydreaming.
Where they will wander those littered streets
and dance among those fallen leaves.
Yes Lord the world has fallen asleep,
with those leaves that you don’t keep.
By Jacinda Norman