Magical Way of Autumn

These are the days of falling leaves, leaving branches of  trees on a magical way

Withdrawing Sun, drawing out night

Autumn colours orange, brown, red and yellow, now still bright

They’ll soften, become vague, vaguer every day  and at the end they’ll fade away

Last harvest has been, open the hunt, the hunt, deer hunt, dear hunt,

run dear, on your magical way, run deer, on your magical way ‘but we need to survive’, ‘We need to survive’, take your knife to survive, Godess will decide about life, cold and dark time of the year, seek for the light, that will help you survive, Gloria Gaynor knew how to, be you, be yourself, know yourself first how can you be yourself if you don’t have a clue who you are, you are a little house of clay remember, Earth, Earth, this time is Time of Earth, Earth who gave birth to you and all the life, the life that likes to survive, even in these days of Falling Leaves, the leaves are falling, who is calling, who is calling on the magical way? Listen, listen very carefully, whether you’re in Avalon or in the land of Hilly Billy, or even in the flat flat lands of Pays Bas, listen to the whisper, the whisper in the air, deep within you, in the universe, in this dark time of year, go inward, go inward, these are the days of Falling Leaves, leave behind what you don’t need, burn it and burn it well and the firing light will give you new sight in these short days and long long nights