When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...

Intrepid these winds that swirl through the...
On white marble clouds that coalesce in silence...

Worn coral paths of history
Wind gently neath the evening shadows...

I vanished in the midnight wind
Neath silver glare of hallowed moon...

A forest pathway I follow
Through a distant misty hollow...

October winds, they came at last
Across the hills and ponds, they passed...

At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...

This spectral world, where few have tread
As Summer days to Autumn pass...

Blossoms rustle in the wind
Crocus bright and thistle blue...

Cottony lace surging across the season's sky
And starry jewels scintillating in dreamy heavens...

Small town, it sleeps neath darkened skies
Time to reflect as I unwind...

I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay...