When the leaves change from green to gold and red
As the nights grow longer, and my days upon this incarnation
are less

Though my time dwindles, the thought of you
carries me

My Lover, My Goddess. My Essence.

When you return, after the bitter cold ebbs
You bring in your wake: blossoms, life and song

As all around is renewed, your soul calls to me
asking me to once again join your hand

and in that precious moment, I am reborn

our cycle of love, creation, and beauty

continues...