Stones Of October's Sobbing

Another year dead and the harvest moon
Leaves burning is the peasant's legacy
Knelling as the cheek of Summer is kiss'd--
Shivering of the elm she is entomb'd
The hay wain creaks through the countryside
As poet Autumn's fires scorch all this world
They are entranced by the turning mill wheel
Clear and cutting with Proserpine's kiss
Bless the sun decked in gorgeous array--
Frost and the dignity of flameless light
The hermit's cottage fashioned rough of stone--
Smoke rolling slow behind the orchard's bloom.

Like a cairn the stones are aligned in silence
Arrayed by a bloodless hand out through veils
Time is easily torn while pitchforks twist
Twist as easily through her golden hair.

Seasons that kill years
Death that mangles hearts
Loves that lose their shine
Tombs that are forgot
Darkness awaits behind the suffering day
Men that waste lives in search of Heaven
Stones are sobbing in a vernal field
Thoughts of spring and cascades before you die.