Autumn Redemption

Why, in my dreams, do you lay in autumn’s bowered leaves

And can you still hold fast the singing wind with only love’s ancient memory?

Where was that time? And how in the graying years of time forgotten,

I ask, does any other love drive the down but our love?

Still quiet runs the ancient brook where our love once played in the browning fall;

And redemption lies far away in the cloudy skies.

And still I listen, as the songs of trees,

Sung with solemn autumn grace,

Where the ghosts of Winter danged with us,

Repeat and repeat to your memory.