Autumn
Winds
Francis C.
Parker, Jr.
(FilkFerret)
Copyright©
Nov 2002
The wind
howls
The fog
thickens
Whirlwinds
in the air
The night
chill grows
The rain
comes down
The call
is very clear
It is the
night of the Hunt
When the
veil is thin
The Lord
and his hounds at bay
Searching
the land for those lost souls
To bring
them to the Summerland
By earth,
air, fire and water
He
invokes the spirits of those
Who have
passed this year
He takes
them in from the rain and wind
To a land
of peace and cheer
To rest a
while and greet old friends
Before
the next Wheel begins
For us
mortals left behind
The wind
ravages the pines
The fog
grows thicker
And the
rain comes down
And fear
grows in every heart
For
unknown spirits abound
But rest
thee with the knowledge
That even
though the veil is thin
The
spirit world is only part
Of the
Goddess’s earthly whims
And He
will not harm nor hunt
Those
whose time has not yet come
So as the
autumn winds blow across the land
Remember
my dear friends that mortal is man
And some
day in a future time and place
When you
have slipped this life
The hunt
will begin on a night like this
And He
will bring you home again