On the cusp of autumn
the world is opening, opening,
the road is hurrying to meet
those intrepid feet which dared to dance
alone in dark cobblestone streets.
There’s a chill which is coming
to change the air, to entice out the dreamers
to climb a midnight stair
and join the regalia of starlight,
the fast-burning joy of the night.
This is the prize for those who have worked
long days amid summer’s rage,
against temptation’s shade, empty winds
that seethe and blow sand
through the trees.
A reprieve has been granted for us,
it is here-
by the grasp of our faith have we come-
at last, to the harvest, to the cooling moon,
to breathe in bigger dreams
for next year.