Opening to the huntress
Watch for her arrows
Seed of Mystery
Autumn raindrops mock my tears
Loving feeds the growth
In my bed of leaves
With cloudy doubts of reason
Swept in windy swirls
Autumn medicine
March plants call out for harvest
Each a cry of love
Graceful willow wisps
In fall brush by my lips
Your fire ignites my soul
Breezes loosen life
Colored beauties leaving trees
We are free again
