Autumn Friend

Come all you and tell.
Tell me of our autumn friend.
Spin a web of her tale.
Let my mind take flight.

I have heard it said of old.
How our autumn friend casts her crown.
As it slowly falls to pieces.
Bringing joy before the winter.

She brings peace to the world.
To those who might receive it.
We reach our hands out in expectation.
Grabbing pieces that fall from heaven.

Her wind prickles our ears.
We hear her whispering song.
“Come all you that might sing songs.
Sing to our El on high.”

“Our loving El, King of hosts.
How we sing your praise to the nations.
Telling of your undying love.
Speaking of your mighty works.”

Let us rejoice before the winter.
Let us honor all Yah’s feasts.
Clanging cymbals and singing songs.
Praising our king to come.

Her crown has changed its colors.
The pieces from her crown color the ground.
Let us be blessed in this peace.
That we receive from our autumn friend.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©