Hear my voice, oh Lord of Hades:
Ease my sorrow, light is fading.
Muse, add thine eloquence to mine.
End of year and end of harvest,
Burnt the fields where life abounded,
All that remains is memory's wine.

Wine distils the sun of Summer,
Now I wait and watch and slumber.
Vigil to keep beneath the ground:
Yet my eyes see light and darkness,
Yet my soul knows truth and shadow,
Yet I attend upon the Spring.

Deep in silence speaks the wisdom:
Let me treasure Autumn's season.
Time to reflect, to dream and plan.
Burn the weeds and fill the grain bin,
Rise the shades to whisper longing.
Earth rends Her garments, mourns the Sun.