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(A poem written by Laura Newton for Autumn) Autumn Song I’ve seen the mountains in her eyes, I’ve heard the Shaman’s drum, And watched the Eagle disappear In the inferno of the sun.
I’ve watched as the glaciers melted, And the worlds began to shift; As water cascaded over rock, The land was cast adrift. I’ve heard the Nightingale singing In the soft-lit early hours, And I’ve seen the Faeries dancing In meadows filled with flowers.
I’ve watched as summer faded Into yellows, reds and gold; As leaves fall crisp beneath our feet, The autumnal world unfolds.
I’ve met with a beautiful Sorceress, She invited us into her wood; Her voice, soft music to our ears, Eyes a-glitter beneath her hood.
She spoke of things so magical, Whispering quietly to the trees; The animals stopped and listened, Her words carried on the breeze.
The wood is alive with movement, Insects, animals and birds; Throughout the dappled forest Her Autumn Song can still be heard.
The wood is alive with music, With the memory of her light; Her love will shine on for ever, As a star in the velvet night.
By Laura Newton
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