Oh, Mother Autumn, enter into our hearts,
And pierce them with the joy of your ecstatic frosts!
Your hair is woven from a net of leaves –
All the mystic colours your season breathes,
Invest us with the might to flow along with change,
As time doth all things rearrange,
As sorrow fades, and blooms into wisdom,
Usher us into the citadel of your burnished kingdom,
Into your faery landscape, charmed, enchanted,
Where the seeds of hope and joy are planted,
As sunset burns, and daylight lessons,
Brighten us with the balm of your blessings,
As The Mother of Ivy binds the forest together,
May neither time nor travail make us sever,
This our loving friendship, enkindled bright,
Roosting in the furnace of every star-filled night,
Oh, Mother Autumn, Mother please!
Paint us all the colours your season breathes
Oh, Mother Autumn, Changer of Trees,
Enliven us with your thrilling melodies!
Reveal, oh, the wistful wonder of your workings,
And prepare us for what in the winter is lurking –
Paint us a path – show us the way,
So we can lilt most freely to your tender decay,
With haws on thorns, hazel nuts on bough,
Fructify our thoughts with your ethereal plough!
Fed on fruit of love at this Harvest of Souls,
Help us each attain our inmost goals,
Safe from claw of carrion, or sweep of scythe,
Keep our friendship always alive,
As wheat is reaped, and corn is threshed,
May these souls uplifted be refreshed!
Help warm our nights, and delight our days,
As we wander on our time-torn, winding ways,
Knowing that if heart or head is ever a-muddle,
We can always come together to find peace in a cuddle!
Oh, Mother Autumn, come here to us now,
As the winsome robin reclaims his bough,
Shield us from thoughts desolate, and feelings forlorn,
Like the lonesome jay screeching for want of acorns,
Though the birdsong has receded into your chill air,
In our hearts may your symphonies eternal sing there!
With mushroom fruiting on log, in orchestral wood,
We learn e’en cruellest change can deliver kindliest good,
Now summer is gone, and sunlight displaced –
Come to us now – reveal thy face!
Standing by river, or willow-wreathed mere,
Hie to us sprites and spirits of deer!
Though we may feel sadness to see the forests laid bare,
We can rejoice for return of redwing and fieldfare,
And once again, we ask, this union to bless –
This Trinity of Hearts – Reuben, Hannah, and Jess!