Everything I touch
Turns from gleaming burnished gold
To decaying loam
Everything I touch
Turns from gleaming burnished gold
To decaying loam
Sun scorched seed heads hang
In the last hot day of fall
Sown by the wolf wind
Out of the darkness
The black forest burning bright
Until cold rain fell
Long yellow grasses
September left us with gifts
Of brambly apple
Inside dark houses
Where secretly spiders crawl
An old floorboard creaks
The chill in the air
Though the sky is clear and blue
Leads summer away
Pack your winter bags
Heading out into the snow
Into the unknown
Rusty blood stained knees
Remind me of summer rides
Many moons ago
Dodge between raindrops
Into little makeshift dens
Until the storms pass
Deep underwater
Fish illuminate their prey
Perpetual night