October, time of harvest festivals
Time of the dying sun
Leaves fall, blood of summer
Spilled by the cold and dark
Crops unripened now will fade
But
The barns are full
The green tomatoes will be chutney
The apples are ripe
The crops are gathered in
Winter will come,
the trees will be bare
Black twigs
will line the sky
The apples will keep
The wheat will make bread
The barley will make beer
Autumn will pass the riches of summer
To the winters hunger
The world will turn
We will eat
Darkness will grow
But light will come again
Hope will return
The Christ mass will mark the beginning of the end of
darkness
